Mondays always come faster than you want them to.
When I was a kid, I used to whisper the same wish every Sunday night—"Please, God, just this once… don't let Monday come."
It never worked.
No matter how hard I wished, I still woke up Monday morning, backpack slung over my shoulder, heading to school like clockwork.
Last night, I caught myself making the same stupid wish.
And just like always, God ignored me.
Honestly… I don't think He exists.
If you want something in life, don't leave it up to some higher power. Just take it yourself.
Click—
Sliding open the classroom door, I came face-to-face with the last person I wanted to see first thing in the morning.
Miss Buttcheeks.
She was sitting on my chair. Again. Like she owned it. Like it was her throne and she was doing me a favor by blessing it with her presence.
People whispered around her, some snickering, some eyeing her like she'd grown two heads. But as always, she didn't give a single damn.
