Novel & Cerita Rainy Days And Mondays Always Get Me Down

Angelina's POV I would take an alien invasion over Mondays, any day. Mondays were the worst thing to ever happen to humanity. I couldn’t think of anything worse than a Monday. First of all, I have to be up by 4 am to walk my neighbor’s dog just to earn enough money to take the bus then I have to get ready for a stupid class that I didn’t even like and to top it off my best friend Leslie wasn’t done getting ready for the class which means I was going to be late.

he commented. -I know. Now we're just left with the what-ifs. -Why don't you like cloudy days? -he asks me. -I don't know. I used to like them. But now the cloudy and cold days make me sad, they make me discouraged. And sunny days fill me with life and happiness. It's weird because I should be fine with every season, no matter what it is. Cloudy days fill me with melancholy. -I get it. It's a little sad. Now I know that when it's cloudy and rainy you're melancholy and sad. And when it's sunny you are cheerful and happy," she says.

Rain.. I don't know why it always rains whenever something sad happens to me. Be it in my previous life or my current life. I don't know the reason, but maybe it was raining to wash away my sadness, or just to add to the coldness of my already cold heart. "Please accept my condolences, miss"

Chapter 2: First time With her Jack's Perspective One month Later... Rainy days again, the weather I hated the most because it's kinda lonely or sad every time it rains, the places were too silent and it was too shady in my opinion. Well, I felt lazy about going to school, but I had to, that's why I hurriedly fixed myself because I was actually late for my study.

“when I got to the meeting the next day, i was feeling dizzy. I passed out where they was only the both of us.” “Huh? Are you okay?” “I’m fine. I'm fine. But that pervert! I woke up in his car.” “huh? Did he touch you?” “are you crazy! Not everyone is dirty minded like you!” “what does that mean! You asshole! You just called him a pervert, that’s what perverts do.” “hmp! You are the worst listener ever. You talk too much.”

I say right before I disconnect the call, turn off the device, and put it into my back pocket. For this I need to be alone. … MONDAY MORNING BEGINS WITH RAIN, a slight drizzle that becomes a quick downpour as the day progresses. It's a day of mourning. No one officially died, but it feels as if I've lost everything important in my life. I sit on my bed and watch the raindrops as they slide down the window over the darkening sky outside.

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.

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

“Ouch! Sh*t!” I yelled when I dashed my big toe unintentionally against a stone, going through the woods to find refuge under the heavy rain pouring down tonight with my broken heart. Why does it always have to rain each time I'm having a bad day? I guess it's just me alone against the world.

Sarah’s Point of view: It's a gloomy day and I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting my window. The stormy skies outside perfectly mirrored my somber mood. I didn't feel like getting out of bed, and the thought of facing the day ahead felt overwhelming. As I lay there, tears began to well up in my eyes. Today was my parents' death anniversary, a painful reminder of the loved ones I've lost. It's been three long years since I last heard their laughter, since I last played chess with my dad. The memories still feel like a fresh wound.