8:30 am
Holden’s house.
He woke up with a start. The alarm had been ringing constantly and he thought it was about time to smash the monotonous thing.
He clambered out of bed and made his way to the toilet.
As Holden brushed his teeth,he tried to figure out what day it was. When he did find out,he felt like a bunch of bricks hit him.
“Monday.”,he mumbled.
“Bloody mondays.” He said out loud with a toothbrush in his mouth. When he spoke,he sounded like a person who had just visited the dentist. “The worst damn day in the world. After a jolly weekend,we have to wake up and go to freaking school. Monday ruined everything. Its like medusa in a soap opera. Totally unexpected and unwanted. Wretched mondays.”