Mr. Monday is a grumpy man, old and tired. Tired of everything and everyone, he doesn’t like going outside and rather stay inside but is forced to leave his house by his daily duties.
He wakes up early and secretly uses makeup to cover his blue tinted skin under his eyes. His black messy hair is lazily combed down; he swears his hair looks way better at nigh right before going to sleep. He is skinny and lacks muscle tone. Everyone knows better than to try to get along with Mr. Monday, he is mean and negative, some might even tell you he is depressed, but that’s not true, he’s just tired.
He barely sleeps even though he knows he needs to wake up early and rushes to do his leftover work at midnight the night before it is due. Mr.Monday is also very lazy, whenever gets back to his house from work he always lays on his bed, turns on his laptop and stays on the internet until high times of the night.
No one really likes Mr.Monday, he tends to be unfriendly, lonely, and just plain mean. He’s like that friend who you don’t really like that much but you pity them so you’re their friend. I wonder if he hates himself. I know if I was Mr.Monday I would definitely hate myself. That’s a bit of a depressing though.
Poor Mr. Monday, no one likes him, and I have a feeling he doesn’t even like himself. He’s probably just waiting for the day he can retire and wait for death to come.
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Meet the Week Days
Teen FictionBased on tumblr prompt: Describe each day of the week as if it was a person. Just a little practice since I have no homework to do.
