Picture Day Meme Novels & Stories

“I cannot wait for the day Vera good gets into a fight and Eden would not be there!” “That day will be brutal” I closed the laptop. I opened it again immediately and refreshed. There was a meme now. Someone had taken a part of the video and turned it into a GIF, the exact moment Erica had me by the hair and my face was doing something undignified, and put it side by side with a stock image of a cat being held by the scruff. The account that posted it had no profile picture, no followers, no posts except this one. I knew who made it. WREN!

Author's POV: There, on the wall of the restaurant, was a picture of Melanie and me when we had won a pizza-eating competition. “I don't believe it,” I said, looking at the picture. “They hung us up!” “I don't even remember taking that picture,” Melanie said, a similar green on her face. We stared incredulously at the picture frame. “Damn. I look like a nerd.” The waitress chuckled. “Since we have two legends in the house, why don't we give you the pizza on the house?” She asked, a smile on her face.

So I pulled out my phone again, this time scrolling through my saved folder labeled “EMERGENCY GIGGLES.” I found a meme I knew would work. A sketchy cartoon cat trying to play a grand piano with arms that were way too short. It was dumb. Like, impressively dumb. “Look at this,” I said, turning the screen toward him. He glanced at it. Blinked. Then let out a snort. “That’s so stupid,” he said. “But you smiled.” “No, I didn’t.” “You totally did.” He rolled his eyes, took a long sip of juice, then bumped his shoulder into mine. “Okay. Maybe I did.”

It was someone from school. I clicked back to the message screen. There was no picture. No meme. Just two words. Hi Anna.

Am at my third coffee and it's not yet 4:30 AM. I take out my phone again and decide to go through it. I have a few pictures mostly of my mum and my dog. There is this one we took after church. " one two three, everyone say cheese," " Twain you can't keep frowning in pictures, you have to smile ," " No , mama, okay," " Cheese!" we all shout. I put my phone down and sip my coffee to find it cold. Memories never die. I stand up and get out, finding a taxi, I head to the hospital. It's still cold and am freezing.

I couldn't stop it. ME: whatever.. you ain't getting boobs of this clingy person.. Then I went through my gallery.. pictures of her and I pitched and I felt like crying. I was so taken by a kid younger than me. I smiled at a picture that I took while she was eating on the couch before she left. She had on her black and yellow bandana, a black tank top and black shorts. She was facing away so I got half of her face. She looked hot as fuck. I quickly put that picture as my w******p profile picture and then logged out.

But he didn't care about there applauds and concentrated on having his dinner. When he was done eating, he sat lazily in another sofa nearby. He took out his phone and checked into the gallery until his fine fingers stopped on a picture of a girl. The girl looked like she was just 16 years of old with bright almond eyes, pink lips that had a smile and a slightly button nose. Her hair tied up into a ban making her face appear nothing but pretty.The man slowly rubbed his fine fingers on the picture and words such as l miss you cute baby but don't worry very soon you will be mine left his mouth. He glanced at the picture and memories couldnt help but flash into his mind.

Frey mouthed. "Right." I laugh. "Ops! She almost forgot you again girl." Yassi says while laughing. Sammy just gives Frey a peace sign. "Alright, let's a picture together with Frey." Sammy stretches her hand, placing the phone in front of us. "Kimchi!" "Kimchi!!" *clicks* "Perfect! You should upload that on IG, Sammy." Frey says. "Uhuh, tag me," I say. "Me too!" Yassi says.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on—Jaxon was going viral. “This is going to be fun,” Kade chuckled and then kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you later.” I watched him disappear and then kept walking. I stopped in front of a locker to peel off one of the stickers. It was a cartoonish meme of Jaxon, complete with exaggerated wide eyes and a speech bubble that read: "Bidding $5000 on an ex? Obsessed much?" I scoffed, shaking my head. The next one was even worse—"Jaxon’s Punch: Weakest Move of the Year."

Author's POV: There, on the wall of the restaurant, was a picture of Melanie and me when we had won a pizza-eating competition. “I don't believe it,” I said, looking at the picture. “They hung us up!” “I don't even remember taking that picture,” Melanie said, a similar green on her face. We stared incredulously at the picture frame. “Damn. I look like a nerd.” The waitress chuckled. “Since we have two legends in the house, why don't we give you the pizza on the house?” She asked, a smile on her face.