Monday Morning Memes Novels & Stories

Another flash, quick and sourceless, Mable outside the Dean's office, her face doing that thing where she was trying not to cry and not quite succeeding, and me walking past without stopping. I shook my head against the pillow. "Yeah," I said. "Okay. Do it." Lola made a small, satisfied sound and closed her eyes. I did not sleep again. By seven thirty I was up, showered, sitting on the edge of my bed with my phone in my hand scrolling through the campus group chat. The post had gone up sometime after midnight. I almost missed it in the noise of the usual morning chaos, memes and lecture complaints and someone asking if they had lost a water bottle in the library.

Feedback quickly poured in. George texted, "Wow, Ms. Graham is working on the weekend. She's way more dedicated than us. Impressive!" Alan replied, "Now I feel bad for slacking off. I need to get to work too!" Clara chimed in, "Angela, can't we enjoy a bit of rest during the weekend? You're up so early and already working—such dedication!" The chat, which began professionally, soon turned into a lively thread of jokes and memes.

' He wondered as he looked at it. The timetable was for what was supposed to be cooked and at what time but the problem was that Phil did to even know what day today was. He tried willing his mind to remember but he couldn’t . He looked at that timetable and decided to pick a day that had the easiest meal to cook. Monday: Breakfast: bacon, sausages, buns, coffee and orange juice, bananas. Tuesday: Breakfast: bacon, fried eggs, bread, coffee, tea, mangoes.

Monday mornings aren't my favorites, especially after spending my weekend binge watching movies till late in the evening. Mum came to wake me up as usual because I ignored my alarm. This is the second Monday of the week so we are wearing our other uniform. Black pants with blue shirt and blue black sweat shirt. Some wear black vest instead of sweat shirt. I was wearing the sweat shirt because the weather looks foggy today. I put my hair into a messy bun and did some mascara and peach lip gloss.

“I want to stock up on Snickers, Chips Ahoy and maybe some M&M’s. You know, melts in your mouth, not in your hands.” “Good choice, honey,” Mrs. Montemayor says. “Those will bring you luck because M&M is also our family monogram. Get it? Montemayor.” The mother winks at her daughter and freezes her face like an emoji. Grace groans loudly and Kate and Mikaela laugh. “Yep. You’ve still got the monopoly on mom jokes,” Grace says, shaking her head.

You make Mondays feel like weekends I make him never think about cheatin’ Got you skipping work and meetings, let’s sleep in [Jungkook] Seven days a week Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Seven days a week Every hour every minute every second You know night after night I’ll be lovin’ you right Seven days a week Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Seven days a week Every hour every minute every second You know night after night I’ll be lovin’ you right Seven days a week

And basically everybody who came to watch the fight. This is why Monday gets a lot of hate from almost every single person in the planet. Monday always give them a preconceived anxiety. Monday is like a tsunami waiting to smash every single person hanging out at the beach front. I personally don’t have any vendetta about Mondays but now I think I’m starting to conjure one. *** “How are you feeling today?” Wednesday asked and patted my forehead the moment I joined her and my dad for breakfast. “I feel fine.” I replied as I start to put food on my plate.

Finally, I close my eyes and sleep. It's already morning, and it's Monday again, the worst day ever. I stretch my arms as I go outside my room and look at my kitchen. I prepare my breakfast, and after a while, I take out my phone and check Mimo's account on I*******m. She posts her picture while making a sad face with a caption. - I don't know what to say! I hate him so much!!!!! -

"Lena!" My mom's voice came through the door. "Lena, wake up! You're late!" I picked up my phone and squinted at the screen, trying to check the date. Right, today was Monday. MONDAY! “I’m so screwed!” ∆°∆°∆ The alarm wouldn't stop ringing, and the knocking wouldn't stop, and I was wet and aroused and confused and mortified and most of all late. "Lena! Open up!"

SLADE'S POV:: Monday mornings always arrive too fast at S.B.D. Motors. The garage doors are already open, engines rumbling in the distance, somewhere in the factory while the first wave of employees hurry through the glass entrance, clutching coffee and half-finished conversations. It’s obviously a new week, and of course work has begun again. Monday mornings? They’ve always been one of my biggest pet peeves. But do I really have a choice? Nah. Not even if someone actually gave me the chance to have one. Because at the end of the day, reality is still reality.