Monday Morning

By Esta Mwibeleca

It was Monday morning, one of the longest, and heaviest days to carry. Ring ring, it's my alarm. My alarm rings so loud the whole town can hear it. My body felt so heavy that I had to pull it, thud! My body smashed itself against the floor, leaving a red mark. 

“I have to get through this day,” I tell myself. I pull myself together and walk past the long, gray hallway, and straight to the bathroom. “Ahhhhhhhhh.” The dark colors under my eyes were darker than the night. I ran out of the bathroom, “I can’t go to school like this,” I complain to myself. But I knew the consequences; either I go to school, or I miss that important test. 

“Huff, puff,” I breathe in, and then out. I walk out the door, shoulders high and mighty. “Tick, tock, tick, tock” I walk past the warm and cozy air, as the falling leaves swirled past me. Despite going to school with dark colors, the light orange leaves made my day. That’s when it hit me “Plink!” The only thing that has the power to ruin or make my day better is the way I view things.

 

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