Days of the Week
Sometimes Macy felt like a S U N D A Y.
Quiet and thoughtful.
Acknowledged—barely.
Second-best to Ste—I mean, Saturday.
Other times, Macy felt like a M O N D A Y.
Resented and feared.
Dreaded by all.
As though everyone was resigned to her existence.
Often, Macy felt like a T U E S D A Y.
Underestimated and i-g-n-o-r-e-d.
Sometimes forgotten.
Normalcy overwhelmed by yesterday's fiasco.
There were times Macy felt like a W E D N E S D A Y.
An obstacle of sorts.
Something to be passed.
In the middle of chaos and i-n-s-a-n-i-t-y.
Occasionally, Macy felt like a T H U R S D A Y.
Expected but regretted.
An annoying buffer;
Unneeded in the face of (JONAS) Friday.
Macy NEVER felt like a F R I D A Y.
The exciting and anticipated,
Long-awaited
Symbol of hope and freedom and joy.
Rarely did Macy feel like a S A T U R D A Y.
Peaceful and r-e-l-a-x-i-n-g
In the aftermath of Friday.
Loved and looked at like something special and i-r-r-e-p-l-a-c-e-a-b-l-e.
a/n: So, now that report cards are out, I'm on total lockdown. I'm not allowed to so much as smile when my mother's in the room. My failure is embarrassingly complete. I'll try to post from school, but what I'll have to post is the question. I've got a couple chapter stories backed up, but they're far from finished and I'd rather not post until they are.
I'm trying my best to finish my response to Finding Fanfiction, and I'd like to send out a HUGE apology to Hayley. Please forgive me? I'm working hard behind my mother's back. I've still got to work out exactly how to work on my stuff, as my mother doesn't even trust me to be alone in the house or sleep in my own bed.
Much love, everyone! Not even a bad report card can keep me down!
Beth