My Name Is Reo ✅

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From TAndPens
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Monday is officially the worst day for me, ever.

It just happens to come inconveniently after the weekend (which I also dread sometimes because of my parents) but life must go on: either waiting for me to suck it up, or pretend there's a flu.

"I won't wait if you don't come down in ten minutes!"

I blink out of my staring contest with the wall for a few seconds, before yawning, then stretching, then staring at the wall again.

"Reo!"

"Almost done! Just putting on my socks!"

It seems like a regular day to school for anyone else but it takes mental preparation for me to face school. The teachers, students, everyone, I can feel it in my bones.

The steps to my bathroom looked like a thousand miles for me. I don't want to go to school, is that so hard for anyone to consider?

"Reo!"

'It hasn't even be five minutes yet, just give me peace,' was my intended response, but second thoughts -the best thoughts- I thought against it.

"Just my shoes! Looking for 'em." I walk into the bathroom.

One word to describe me: terrible. Pale patches under my eyes, blotchy skin, my hair was looking like a wrapper for chewed-up deserted bubblegum, and I just want to crawl back into bed to fall back asleep.

"Reo!"

I look away from the mirror and walk into my shower, then spent two minutes looking at the wall, another two minutes of deciding whether the water would be worth it, and another daydreaming of the cold water.

Dad believed in: wake up early, you get the hot water. Wake up late... then just shower. He still believes in it till date, which brings me back to the shower head delivering cold water on the tiled bathroom floor.

"Oh Lord, give me strength." I whisper.

"Reo!" I jump into the water, which was my first mistake. The water sends unwanted goosebumps to my brain, I feels like a frozen ice-tank box. Maybe I am an ice-tank box woman, no, girl.

"Reo!"

By now, my mom would be apologizing furiously to my dad, my brother would be finishing up extra homework on topics the teacher won't have taught yet, and I'm trying not to walk to my closet like a penguin with a stick up its butt.

"I hate Mondays." I slid my arms into both holes or my bag, and trotted down, certain there would be more than enough breakfast but I won't be allowed to eat.

Call it a punishment for my 'rude' behavior.

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Hi everyone/ Readers/ silent Readers/ voiced Readers! Just everyone!

I really need your support, this feels relatable, but I still want to make sure it is. So tell me! Grammar, anything included!