Mondays Suck Meme Novels & Stories

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Noah cleared everything for us. "But how can there be a lot of people on Monday?" Noah asked. This question get me into deep thinking as he was right. Monday is a busy day for everyone. "I guess there might be people who like art or there might be some kind of community," Aiden said. "Yeah okay. I just founded it a bit weird. But overall I am happy that Aiden would be enjoying today," Noah said shutting down his laptop.

I told him. He cocked his eyebrows, "Are you inviting me to sit with you?" I sighed, "And here someone thought they were smarter than anyone." "Yeah, whatever," Evan said rolling his eyes. *** "Monday," I said. Everyone at the table went silent. Evan was there too. Congratulations table, one more person. "Monday, what?" Valentino asked stuffing his mouth with a handful of fries. The others nodded in agreement. I sighed heavily and put my hand on my forehead, "Monday is the day, all my happiness is going to die... only darkness will be left in this school for me. I want all your guys' support."

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

“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.

At least I prevented the raining shouts and arguments that would have transpired between me and my mom but still, the distaste of Mondays was one thing I could never get rid off. I sometimes wonder why Monday to Friday was five days but Friday to Monday is a whole different story, short, too short that all I could think of is when next it would be Friday again. It was Monday only and I already felt the same.

Anyway wayyy off topic, I love the subjects taught, the lunch break banter and most of all my girls so why the hell do I hate Monday's right ? Well it's the 'silly walking face first into the glass door, pouring juice into your cereal instead of milk, the oh shit wrong class and damn that was due today' shit for me. No matter how early I go to bed or how much preparing I do the sunday my monday always seem to go like this for me. The best part is being able to laugh at my stupid ass with my stupid ass friends. With a silent prayer to god to let this day for once just go my way before climbing into my now smooth running vehicle all thanks to James, making my way to school.

AUGUST Monday rolled in almost pretty quickly and I don’t know what to feel about it’s sudden arrival. I was wishing for a longer weekend and maybe by then, I have made up my mind. I haven’t drafted any clear plan as of the moment and I’m not comfortable about scrambling and making naïve decisions. This is why Monday’s are the scariest day in a week apart from what most people call Friday the 13th.

Monday as the first day of the week was always hectic and full of stress and bustle, he was aware of being apt for an herculean task this day, his battle and squabble with his lousy neighbors always emerged as the first on his rigmarole. "Glory! I'm a living being. " Bode Thomas mumbled, yawning. He could resort to lay his head on the cotton pillow and rise after hours; he could sit and nod in relish of his favourite jamz, he could also saunter and settle at the mechanic workshop down the street and munch on bread and beans while they discuss politics and country issues but Monday was expected to be spent wisely for time to all, was precious.

Next time nips. I thought of making you breakfast to make things look presentable. Don't puke, I'm good at cooking. After all you know, men are the best cooks. Because with two eggs, one sausage and a little of milk, they can fill girls tummies for my nine months. ;) I know, I know. You have already read this meme on F******k. P.s. Don't worry. I didn't leave you alone at home to go out and buy the shampoo. I called Mrs.Tina and told her to buy it on her way here.