mrs all american | m.c.

7 ; charizard

there will be spelling errors bc I typed fast bc excited sorry

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Monday

Michael's POV

I hate Mondays. I mean everyone does but I really really hate them. Mom never orders pizza for dinner on Mondays, school is on Mondays and usually there's a test to take on Mondays.

Mondays suck.

I want to kill Mondays.

I want to kill the man who created Mondays.

- are you coming?

I received a text from janay 2 seconds before I was walking out of the house. why the hell is she rushing me? we have 30 minutes until the first bell rings and we live like 5 minutes away from school.

- not yet, I have some Pokemon episodes to catch up on

- ugh hurry up clifford, I don't wanna be late

typical.

I yelled goodbye to my parents and grabbed my hideously bright blue backpack that was by the door. I only carried this thing around because my grandma got it for me, my mom bitches at me for leaving it on the floor and blah blah blah. it's just a backpack.

I ran down my porch steps and over to the big golden spaceship janay calls a car.

I hopped in and slammed the door.

"well hello to you too michael, wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

I mumbled a quick, "no" and looked forward.

"okaaaay then.." she tapped the steering wheel obviously feeling awkward with my attitude. "nice backpack." she chirped.

"thanks." I grunted and tossed it in her back seat.

"you know you're going to need that during the day right?" she laughed a little.

"nah I don't think so.." I pulled the rear view mirror in my direction and ran my fingers through my hair. man my hair looked nice today. I'll have to remember to reward myself for that later. hmm maybe a beer or two?

"well why not?" she laughed.

"we're playing hooky" I flashed myself a smile and the mirror and turned it back to the position she originally had it in.

"um excuse me? we aren't going anything, i'm going to school and you can come with if you want.. if not get out of my car."

"oh relax american.. I was joking sheesh.. loosen up a little will ya?" I slouched back and placed my feet on the dashboard.

"okay hello no, what are you doing?"

"getting comfortable?"

"get your feet off the freaking dashboard Michael."

"fine.. fun sucker." I took my feet off and put on my seatbelt.

she took a deep breath and sighed while closing her eyes, "okay." she re-adjusted her mirror again, "nice hair btw" she put the key in the ignition and glanced in my direction, "what color is that? orangey red?"

"no" I turned to her, "it's charizard red"

"charizard red? did you make that up?"

"maybe..."

"I think you did."

"I said maybe janay now drive come on."

"whatever you say clifford.."