I Hate Mondays,

I hate Mondays. I hate the start of a boring, new week. The memories of the previous Friday and Saturday feel like an eternity ago. I wish I could rewind. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Friday, Saturday… It would be so good. School and real life wouldn’t need to come unless I said so. I could be stuck in a loophole of pure carelessness and fun. Instead, all I have is six hours and twenty-three minutes before my alarm rings at seven fifteen. 1

Instead of wishing on something that is never going to happen, I think I’ll make tomorrow a day to remember. I’m sure everyone other than Tracy Camps, the over-achiever, shares the same hatred of Mondays as me. Naturally, it would be only be fair to include everyone. However, this may prove to be a difficult task; to include the whole school (other than Tracy Camps) in an event that relieves the Monday Blues. It may take the whole six hours and nineteen minutes I have left. 2

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I had an extremely odd dream last night- something to do with a giant frying pan… maybe it’s best I don’t remember. All odd dreams set aside; today is going to be exciting. It took me until three a.m. to think up an idea, but wow is it a good one! It will include the whole school in one way or another, some will be the main attraction. Of course it isn’t fair that some get to star in the show and others only have minor roles, so I’ll choose the lucky winners at random. They can blame their luck purely on chance. 4

Over breakfast I decide the five lucky people that are going help the school get over its Monday Blues. I simply open my yearbook, close my eyes and, toss a penny. Whichever smiling face the coin lands on will be a part of my all-star cast. I write the five names neatly on a small sticky note, Jody, Al, Mick, Gretchen, and Lance. I finish my toast and the last of my cereal milk. The clock says that my first class starts in ten minutes! I really have to hurry. I’m halfway out of the door when I remember that I forgot the key to the Monday-relieving plan. I quickly dash to my parent’s empty room and grab my dad’s “hidden” handgun, which thankfully, is already loaded.5

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I get to my first class just in time. Mrs. Gibbon asks for our assignment that’s due so I carefully open my backpack, careful not to show the surprise until I find the right moment. Once I hand in my paper we get a new assignment about algebra; it’s due tomorrow so I have to finish it before the main event. At the end of class, Mrs. Gibbon informs us all that there will be a short notice assembly; and the reason is unknown. This is perfect! Someone must have heard about my idea, and helped me make it successful. I head to the auditorium like everyone else, and make sure I get a spot near the front. The principle proceeds with telling us some things about an upcoming event, and I wait patiently until he’s finished. Once he’s done, I head up to the microphone to finally offer my help to my school. At first everyone looks a little confused that I’m up there but they quiet as I start to talk.7

“Hey everyone,” I start. This is easier than expected. “ I was thinking last night about how much I dislike Mondays. I thought it would be a good idea to give everyone some excitement on a boring Monday. What do you think?”8

The auditorium erupts with cheers and shouts. I look at the teachers, who are smiling and nodding. 9

With the acceptance I need I continue on. “Ok then! I will need five assistants to help me. Can I have Jody, Al, Mick, Gretchen and Lance come up here?”10

Thankfully, they were all a good sport and came up quickly. I arranged them in a line and turned my attention back to the crowd. 11

“Ok. Now everything is set.” I hold up my bag, “ The object that will cure our case of Monday Madness is in this bag…”12

The crowd starts shouting again. I pull out the gun. It takes about seven seconds for the whole crowd to see and suddenly, they all gasp and are in shocked silence. I’m happy that all the people are so intrigued by my performance. The five contestants are starting to squirm, but the show must go on!13

I used to target practice so I have pretty good aim. I aim at Jody and shoot. Perfect. The four after are all dead on. Once all my lovely assistants have all had their chance to shine, I turn toward the crowd and with a smile and thank them for being great, then I thank my assistants. They all ignored me, but I know they were happy to help. Out of nowhere, my principal walks up. He has a look of shock, fear and disbelief on his face; the worst case of Monday I have ever seen. I decide to do him a favor and relieve the stress like I did for my assistants so I aim the gun once more and shoot. That target practice really paid off.14

Now I decide that it’s time to go home; I’m tired from spreading so much cheer!15

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Once I get home I put the gun on the coffee table and have a nap. The doorbell ringing wakes me up.17

I walk over to the door and look through the peephole. I don’t know who it is, but they’re wearing a real ugly black vest.18

“Sorry.” I tell him. “I’m not allowed to let strangers in.” I say through the crack.19

“Ok why don’t you come out?” He asks in a calm voice.20

“No… I don’t think I want to. What if you’re a murderer? How do I know?”21

“I’m not a murderer, I promise. Just please let me in?”22

I don’t answer; I think my favorite show’s on….23

“Terri? Just for a moment.”24

This is starting to make me mad. I’m trying to hear if The O.C. is on. I hate when weird strangers come to my house, especially on a Monday.25

“NO!” I yell at the door, “It’s people like you that make me wanna shoot myself!!” (I say the dumbest things when I’m angry.)26

“No… you don’t need to do that…” The stranger is trying to mask the frantic tone to his voice. Wow he really wants to come in. I roll my eyes, slam the door in his face and lock the door. I go to sit down to watch the O.C. Just as a commercial comes on the phone rings.27

“Hello?”28

“Hi, is this the home of Terri Ficher?”29

”Yeah that’s me” I say without paying too much attention.30

The person seems a bit flustered. “O-o-k, this is Sam Cline from The Black Sun newspaper. Could you possible tell me about what happened at the school earlier?”31

I perked up. “You heard about it? Yes! Ask away.”32

“ Uhh how did you choose your victims?”33

“Victims? They weren’t victims, they wanted to help. I’m sure if you would ask them, they would tell you.”34

The reporter sounds a little anxious. “Why would you do something like this?” He asks sincerely.35

“ I hate Mondays. Who doesn’t?”36

K.37