Mondays Suck Meme Novels & Stories

There was a low grumble from him as I extricated myself from his grasp, he mumbled something before opening his eyed finally. "Mondays are crap." He says letting out yawn. "It's Tuesday." I say with a giggle, the fuck was I giggling? "Then Tuesday's are crappier." He said with mock seriousness. The morning felt somehow brighter and chipper, I'm not going to say that I was basking in rainbows or having my stomach turned into a butterfly mosh pit, but I felt good, free one might even say and as much as my belly churned at the thought, he'd played a role in it, After all it's not everyday a girl gets kissed senseless.

My line of thoughts froze when I remembered what Monday was. We had exams on Monday. I had seen it when I checked my phone earlier today, I would have to tell Alex and Adrian– I won’t even tell Adrian, because why the heck was he laughing back at the dining table. He really pissed me off and I wished I could knock that smile off his face, but that could be looking for trouble, even though Alex and I were the hot-tempered ones, we had never beaten Adrian in a fight, he could even take on the both of us alone.

Mei said, “about half the posts are people yelling that pups aren’t property. Your speech is getting traction.” “Great,” Lyra said. “I always wanted to be meme‑quoted in between cat videos and conspiracy threads.” Mei’s gaze flicked to her phone again, lips thinning. “There’s a thread,” she said slowly, “where some genius is zooming your block photos. ‘Spot the laundromat,’ ‘track the route,’ that kind of thing. Harris and Rhea are already playing whack‑a‑mole with it, but it’s out there.”

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“Fine. But you’re on diaper duty. Because she’s got that face.” “What face,” I said. “The ‘I’m about to ruin 6 AM’ face,” Adrian said. Standing. Shirtless. Sweats. Scar from Cayman. Also silver. Also always. “All my girls got it.” _Thump._ *7:44 AM. [SFX: PANCAKES. THEN CHAOS. THEN SEVEN.]* Kitchen. Not donuts. Tuesday. Pancakes. Susan’s rule. “Tuesday is pancakes. Because Monday was court. And we won court. Again.”

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He quoted “And we could start with cooking and eating the same meal” “Oh dear, many more days to try that again” I stated. I stared at the wall clock, realising I've got to start preparing before Finn arrives. I held the phone to my ear, as I emerged into the room, begun to search my wardrobe for a nice outfit, yet I spoke with Zane over the phone. “The thought of tomorrow being Monday makes me kinda sad, I wish the weekend would never end” He grumbled. “Me too! Everyone hates Monday, but I, Rita hates Monday the most” I replied, now placing the phone on my bed ~ on loud speaker while I dressed up.

Chapter 33: "Skeptical Aftermath," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 18 - 2027 ║ ║ Monday║ Class Day║ "Look at the queen of weirdo's sitting alone. Such a show-off..."

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.

She could read those three words over and over all day. Adam: Back to work today. This Monday hurts more than usual. Sidney: Just got to the store. It really is the worst. I have to write all my reviews this week too. Adam: You got this. An hour passed in quiet solitude, with only the mumbling and flashing of the promotional videos filling the store. Apparently, no one needed an upgrade before lunch on a Monday morning. Allison: I can’t wait to read your reviews from the fest! How did it go?