Monday Morning Memes Novels & Stories

"Don’t push it." *** Mondays were the worst. Harper groaned as the shrill beeping of her alarm clock shattered the fragile quiet of her bedroom. She smacked it off and buried her face deeper into the pillow, but it was no use. The day had started, and it didn’t care how much she hated it.

Rishi's POV It's Monday and surprisingly I'm getting ready for college without frowning and cursing the whole world for Monday. buttoning up my shirt, I adored the smile plastered on my face in the mirror. I can't believe I'm smiling, still knowing that it's Monday. Usually I hate Monday and don't even bother to breathe on Monday, because it's Monday and I don't like it even a bit. My hate for Monday started, when I began to understand that Monday kicks in as soon as Sunday starts its glory. most of the time i would be preparing myself for a peaceful Sunday and in blink of eyes Monday makes an entry-Tadaaa.

"MOJI!!!" The intensity of the voice that called my name was so high that my eyes opened instantly. It was eerily quiet in my room and I looked around, still not sitting up. My eyelids were starting to flutter close again when I heard my name again. It was louder than usual now and it went straight to my brain. I sat up, feeling the start of an headache. I specifically showed mom the meme that was made because of the fact that African parents shouting their kid's name to wake them up could lead to brain damage but it seems like mom forgot or she simply did not care because that must be the only reason why she was shouting my name like this.

It was another Monday morning. To some, it was the start of a long hard boring week of getting shouted at work by their bosses. To some, it was the day of bringing in their weekend assignments for scores and hopes of boosting their plummeting college credits. While to Kelvin, it was jealousy.

Send videos of cats being jerks and drunks doing something stupid. But it was Wednesday night, and they had not shared a single snap. Not one meme. Matt stared at his phone in the darkness of his room. His laptop screen showing Stephanie dressed as a naughty nurse for last year's Halloween being the only light in his room. 'Great fuck last week. Looking forward to Saturday.'

**** Taiga hated Monday mornings with a passion that felt bone-deep. From the moment he woke, his body protested everything. The alarm had gone off at six-thirty, shrill and merciless, dragging him from a dream that had already been slipping from his fingers. His limbs had felt like lead, his head foggy, and every single action he took felt forced.

Monday mornings are always a rush for workers, especially Mr Xander. He groggily wakes up, his eyes still adapting to the early morning light. He quickly gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower, as it's Monday and work calls. As he steps out of the shower, he takes glances at the clock and realizes that he needs to hurry if he wants to beat the morning traffic and accomplish seeing Susan this morning. He quickly puts on his clothes and rushes out of the door, grabbing his keys from the table on his way out.

Chapter 34 - Rules are Meant to be Bent Sloane POV — Monday mornings were supposed to feel miserable. They were supposed to be fueled by caffeine, bad decisions, and a half-eaten bagel on the way to class. But this one felt… heavier. My alarm blared through the room, the sound of it splitting the faint dream I’d been having: something about sand, saltwater, and laughter I couldn’t quite place. I groaned and reached out from under my blanket, slapping the phone until it went quiet.

It must’ve been one of those times where she was freaky mad at dad for overdrinking. I jumped out of my bed feeling much rather lazy and drained. I don’t know what’s wrong with Mondays and why it has this crazy effect on people, and apparently, everyone hates it too. Including me of course. I went straight to the bathroom and as I looked into the mirror, I was overcome with dread when I saw my face. “What in the actual fuck!” I cursed out the moment I found a pimple on the tip of my fucking nose.

Evelina could not see the man clearly who was in her dream, at the time of seeing her in the dream the man's face looked blurry or could not be seen. After remembering her dream, Evelina listens to her mother's voice calling her. "Eve, wake up! it's morning! Get ready to go to school!" "Okay Mom," said Evelina. She made her bed and got out of her bed. Then, Evelina took a towel from her closet that she wanted to clean herself to hurry to school with Rissa. The girl went into her bathroom. After a few minutes later...