instructions: this is a character guessing game. (if you've read my story simply put, this is going to be something like that.) seven victorious characters, seven days of the week. your job is to guess who "monday" is, who "tuesday" is, etc. each chapter will focus on a certain character. after the week is up, i'll post the answers.
and hmmm, to make this interesting, i'll throw a PRIZE in. by the end of the game, if you identify all seven characters correctly, i'll write a oneshot dedicated just for you. more details on that later.
this was inspired by, and titled after, a post called "the children of time" from my favorite blog iwrotethisforyou, quoted below.
Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing.
Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side.
Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love.
Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.
-Iain Thomas
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1. It Started on a [Monday], Like All Shitty Things Do.
Monday really isn't anything special.
He made it into Hollywood Arts because that lady with the kind eyes said she saw "something great" in him and that he's got "untapped potential." That was probably the nicest compliment anyone has ever given him, but three years into the school he's still not quite sure what she meant, because he thought all his potential had already been tapped.
And even though Hollywood Arts is supposed to be a great school dripping in prestige, Monday hates the fact that every quarter there's a required performance. He doesn't hate the performing; he hates the bows at the end. Because when his friends take their bows, their parents erupt in whoops and cheers. When he takes his bow...nothing. Just one show, he begs his mother, just come watch one show. After missing seventeen years worth of graduation ceremonies, basketball games, band concerts, and musicals, his mother owed him that much. But no, she's always too busy dating random men who end up breaking her heart, just like his father did.
"Your mother does love you," his grandmother once said (before she went senile.) He tried to believe her. He really tried.
His friends are kind of unconventional, but at least he knows that they truly care about him (yes even Sunday, who has a funny way of showing it.) It's just that whenever Monday is with his friends, there's always this feeling that he doesn't quite measure up. Maybe the insecurities are all in his head, since when he told Thursday about it, she freaked and repeated over and over that he is "such a wonderful person" and "soooo talented."
But Monday is always first of the week, which means people are always grouchy, and he is never given the benefit of the doubt. He just wishes everyone could see him like Thursday can. He kind of loves her for that. But he thinks she's with Wednesday or something, so he doesn't say anything.
Monday really isn't anything special. If you think about it, though, neither is anyone else.
and there ya go. they're all pretty much going to be short like this. "it started on a monday, like all shitty things do" is the first line of they come from different kinds, a wowp fic by lhoorah.
yes, the quote at the top very much applies. so, based on the iain thomas quote and the monday character study, can you guess who each day of the week is? put your guesses in a review. the tuesday chapter goes up tomorrow :)