Mondays Suck Meme Novels & Stories

DANIKA Mondays are usually great and exciting days for me but for certain reasons, this Monday is a horrible one. First, I woke up extremely late and had to rush through my morning routine. Then, I went to the kitchen to have breakfast only to find out that my evil younger brother who goes by the name, Cade, had just finished both his breakfast and my breakfast! I went to school with an empty stomach and also ended up with a detention slip for coming to school so late. As if it wasn't enough, I realized that I didn't do my homework! Here comes the worst part. Our maths teacher decided that out of the blue, he would give us a maths test! I feel like I'm really going to pull out my hair becaus

Sunday later KATHY🌈❤💯: Why on some other time? 😅 That's probably the worst day ever. For real ME: Monday then. KATHY 🌈❤💯: Sounds better 🤭 ME: Cool I was now feeling down and wasn't in the mood to actually talk to anyone. She texted. KATHY 🌈❤💯: Are you okay? 🤨 ME: Yeah I'm okay. Why

“Only on Holidays. My Birthday. Mondays. When I’m feeling sorry for myself. You?” “From time to time. What do you have against Monday’s?” She placed the bottle to her lips and tilted it back. Though this time she stopped the flow with her tongue. Julian took a generous drink of his, before turning his body on the stool to face her. “Well, it’s the first day after the weekend. Tuesday isn’t Monday. Wednesday is hump day. Thursday is for throw backs. Friday is just Saturday which starts later. Sunday is just a lazier Saturday. Monday is where it all goes downhill.”

Kelsey “Why do you insist on going to the gym on Mondays?” I grumbled, tugging on a black tank top to go over my bright green sports bra. Mindy was tying her shoe. “If you skip Monday, then you’ll skip Tuesday, if you skip Tuesday, you’ll skip Wednesday. Monday is the most important day to go to the gym. 99% of people who are successful in life don’t skip the gym on Mondays.” “I wouldn’t be going to the gym if you didn’t drag me here,” I mumbled, tying my hair into a high ponytail. “It’s always so busy. If I get the treadmill by the cleaning station again, I’m going to lose it.”

~ ALISTAIR ~ Mondays suck. The weekend was trash, but it flew by fast. One blink, and it’s already Monday again. I drag myself out of bed, trying not to think about how much I’d rather just sleep through the whole week. I throw on a white shirt and black tie, then pair them with a blue jeans jacket and matching pants. Sneakers laced up. Car key in my hand. I’m out.

Naitee explained at Payal chose to open her mouth. " Monday means God shiva day. Were you fasting on Monday for a nice groom, Don't you? Payal teased Naitee deliberately. Instantly Maverick stilled on his seat and swallowed hard. Turning his head he looks at her all-red face due to shyness. " Tell us " Payal request cutely even though she knows the answer. " Yes," Naitee softly replied in a very low voice but everyone heard her clearly and hoot only to tease her more. They are taking revenge on her for scaring them with that cockroach.

I reply loudly and I hear him chuckle. "Something smells delicious," I say as I walk into the kitchen, and he turns around to examine my face. "You forgot, didn't you," he says, and I freeze. Guesses on what today might be zoom through my head. As I think he watches me closely, and I see the sadness build within his brown eyes with each passing second. I feel terrible, but my brain won't pinpoint the date. I have no idea what day it is. All I know is it is Monday.

" I appreciate your prompt call to us. Do not tell anyone, and leave the police to handle the situation. I will investigate and find out what is going on.” * * * * * * * * * * * “Arrrgghh! It is Monday yet again. "I hate Mondays." Selena sighed, grabbed her alarm, and stomped on the switch to silence it. She rolled over as her hand reached out and smacked both of her sleeping friends.

Today’s Monday is Monday as usual. One could be overlooked on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, as their presence could have been familiarized—or something like that. No one bothers to care when they walk by. However, on Mondays, the dust brought up during the weekends is left unsettled, eliciting side-eyes and whispers when one reappears. Aside from that though, Mondays are naturally terrible. I don’t know the kind of jinx bound to it, but I’m pretty certain the same power has me in its grip as I enter the conference room.

I was to open it a second later when I suddenly remembered what day it was. Just like everyone else, I hated Mondays, and I wished it didn't have to be so important in my life. I got up from bed with a yawn, stretching lazily as soon as my legs touched the floor. Checking the screen of my phone, I saw that I had less than two hours before I could be considered late.