My Own Personal Beethoven

Chapter One

I don't care if Monday's blue

Tuesday's gray and Wednesday too

Thursday I don't care about you

It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday you can fall apart

Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart

Oh, Thursday doesn't even start

It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday, wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday, never hesitate...

I don't care if Mondays black

Tuesday, Wednesday - heart attack

Thursday, never looking back

It's Friday, I'm in love

Monday, you can hold your head

Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed

Or Thursday - watch the walls instead

It's Friday, I'm in love

 

 

Hannah Andrews reached around and beat her alarm clock. Monday. No Robert Smith could cure these blues which was a fun way of putting it considering his band name. But enough of a sleep-induced train of thought that would come crash landing to an end as the cold water of the shower smashed against her skin. Because her mother could barely afford to even put food in their mouths, she also could barely afford to keep the electricity on. Just barely, of course, because her job at the hospital didn’t quite pay as richly as they promised. Hannah laced up her converses, headphones in and cherry chapstick coated bottom lip between teeth in concentration. Couldn’t be late for school and yet her stomach growling begged her to wait and just drive instead of fighting her way to the bus.

Hannah reminded her stomach that she didn’t have a car anymore or time for burnt toast and so with The Cure in her ears, she headed down the steps of the apartment building. Her mother was half awake on the table, drooling with coffee in one hand. Hannah smiled as she stood by the stop, headphones gracing her with what her father and brother left with her as a gift. An iPod full of her favorite bands because her brother knew her that well but he was currently in Toronto while they were somewhere in Pennsylvania and she hadn’t heard from him since before the move because he was busy with college. Move to a new country, her mother said, it’ll be great, she said. Hannah closed her eyes and leaned against the railing of the small bench, waiting for the ominous yellow bus to pull up to the curb. Her first day at a new school and in her new life and to make matters worse, she was a senior meaning it was her last year without her friends or people she actually gave a damn about.

Saturday, wait

And Sunday always comes too late

But Friday, never hesitate…

 

 

Dressed up to the eyes

It's a wonderful surprise

To see your shoes and your spirits rise

Throwing out your frown

And just smiling at the sound

And as sleek as a sheik