Monday Mornings

Monday
It was one of those dewy mornings, where the fog hanged low, and anyone's glasses would get steamy and you wouldn't be able to see past the fog. It was a morning, a big one. A Monday morning. Monday's are Demetria's favorite, those are the mornings her mom buys her coffee at the local coffee shop. The mornings where she takes long hot showers that steam up her face, like fog to her glasses, or the steam rising from her coffee cup, she drank tea on Tuesday's. But tea wasn't even close to as special as Monday Morning Coffee, and Monday morning "Hurry up Demetria we're late!" calls from mom. Demetria walked into the college on that morning, for the first time that week. She couldn't afford one of those fancy dorms. So she stayed at home.
Monday morning classes all made sense to Demetria, but Monday afternoon classes meant nothing to her, like the chain-metal locket her father got her from the lost and found.
By second period, her coffee was gone, it was like this every Monday morning, shower, coffee, fog, then no more coffee. The rest of the day was full of her friends makings puns and eating cookies for lunch. It was pointless formulas to remember, it was like Friday afternoon chocolate milkshakes with Evan, or old Sunday school lessons, you don't remember learning.
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When Demetria went home from school, it wasn't like Monday mornings, it was like Wednesday mornings, the always cold ones. Even in the summer, she felt her hand grasp onto her jacket hanging from her backpack. When she got in the car with her earbuds buried in her ears, mom wouldn't ask her how school was, it was always the same, and she knew it. Demetria never heard her mother speak anyways, the sound from her ipod tuned out any possible noise, except the piano covers of her favorite songs she found on youtube.
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House, is what Demetria called it, not a home. A home is warm knitted blankets, and a fireplace under a dusty tv screen, or a couch that has been chewed on by the family pet. So house was just fine.
The girls room was a blank canvas, the walls were creamy, and her bed was a metal basket. Well that's what she called it, it's a metaphor of course. She had clothes folded in the corner of her room, beside a tall white laundry basket.

Tuesday
Tuesday mornings were like running down hills, you didn't actually intend to go that fast, you just do. On Tuesday's they called her Demi, they called her 'hey I need help with homework', That's why Demi liked Monday mornings. No one asked her for help on homework, there was no homework. Tuesday afternoons were like purple raindrops, where you read off of flashcards and do a pop quiz, and the purple marker you use spills ink. Demi liked the smell of ink, but not as much as she liked how her breath was visible on Monday mornings.
Tuesday lunches were mac n' cheese blobs of orange, and chocolate milk. They were the lunches where Evan and Jessie drank pepsi's and told Demi to stop dozing off. Demi didn't sleep on Monday nights, she kept her sleep with her for car rides home with mom.
Jessie's blue stained hair matched Demi's light purple, night time hair.
Tuesday nights where music was blasting from Demi's laptop while she studied for classes, they were snickerdoodle scented candles, and makeup stained pillow cases. Tuesday's weren't too great. The only different thing Demi did this Tuesday was call Jessie for help with science homework.

Wednesday
Wednesday's were cold. Demetria always wore leggings and a thick wool sweater on this day. Wednesday's were the days where everyone tried to wear pink, and all the girls curled their hair. Demetria kept her hair straight every day, except for Monday, that was the day where even the smallest hairs ended with a curlicue. Wednesday's were full of skipping classes with Evan, and eating donuts and salad for lunch. They were sneaking gum into Social Studies class in the morning, and painting puppies in art class. On Wednesday's the teachers sold lemonade to the students at one fifteen, the lemonade tasting of water, but the kids still rushed in lines to get the flavorless thing.
Wednesday's were going in Jessie's house and listening to her play the ukulele, while Evan made gingerbread cookies in the kitchen, and Demetria was focused on her homework, and searching throughout Jessie's collection of books. Wednesday's were the kind of days where every single bit of laughter echoed in Jessie's bedroom, and every crumb of ginger was devoured. Wednesday's were fun, but Demetria liked the foggy Monday mornings, where crickets chirped, and clouds covered the sun shining. Evan went home at nine thirty one pm. Demetria stayed the night at Jessie's house. On Wednesday nights, they had deep conversations, and tricked each other into doing the other person's homework, then fell asleep on eachothers shoulders, just like always.

Thursday
Thursday's weren't the best, Thursday's were wearing Jessie's clothes to school, and eating flavorless oatmeal for breakfast. Demetria didn't like Thursday's. They weren't special, just a day of the week, they smelled like warm tea, and stale pretzel sticks. Thursday were always hot, so Demetria always wore a dress that day, today the dress was pink, pastel pink. She wore black lace tights, with some black flats, all of this was in dress code of course. Her dress was down to her knees and her shoulders were covered by the dress sleeves. Jessie always got to school early, her alarms were set for five a.m. instead of six. When Demetria went with Jessie on Thursday, they hung out in the math classroom for an hour and finished any homework they had. Thursday classes were always boring, teacher's forgot that it wasn't Friday yet, and lunch was grass tasting green beans, and rock hard grilled cheese. Jessie liked that lunch, Demetria did not.

Friday
Friday's were full of happy high schoolers and cherry blossom flower crowns that Jessie would wear. They were full of frozen ice pop with freezer burn, and pulpy orange juice for lunch. Friday's were also full of rushing to turn in the science project that was due, or bribing someone for their notes. Evan liked Friday's. They were silent sometimes, like in music class, when no one plays a wrong note at the wrong time, because they have to get the song right for the competition on Saturday. Friday's were Jessie's detention days, she says that being the rebel of the group has consequences. The happiest for Friday was Demetria. That meant tomorrow was reading for hours in her small room, and drinking tubs of hot coco. Though she loved Friday's, Monday's were always better. They were better than Jessie reading off her new pokemon cards, or Evan eating a jar of nutella for lunch. Friday was a good day out of all seven, but Monday's were spectacular.
Demetria always thought about changing her favorite day of the week, anyways everyone else dreads Monday's.