It's Always A Wednesday

My name is Michael, I'm a wolf, I'm in the middle of my freshman year of high school and I hate Mondays. Honestly, they are absolutely terrible. Even though Mondays are a torturous and horrific day, they are also probably the happiest days of my life. I know, I know, everyone else hates Mondays as much as I do because all they say is boring shit like, "Mondays suck, I'm so tired…" and all that same crap, but I hate Mondays the least simply because nothing bad ever happens on a Monday. Ever.

Seriously, the worst days are always a Wednesday. Always. I don't know if its an actual thing out there in the real world but all the bad shit that happens to me, happens on a Wednesday. Wednesday begins the WTF part of my week. Wednesday stands for 'What', Thursday for 'The', and Friday for the famous F-Bomb, 'Fuck'.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about then you have to be the dumbest person in the whole fucking world. 'Wtf' stands for, and I quote, 'What the fuck'. And the first letter of each of those days spells 'Wtf'.

See? Aren't I just fucking hilarious? I would probably sound a little bit cleverer if I didn't get it from a facebook fan page, but that's besides the point. The point is, that shit makes sense.

Wednesday is where all the shit that goes wrong, goes wrong. Or at least starts to go wrong. Wednesday is tiring and boring, some other stupid shit happens but it all sucks. Thursday even more boring simply because either less good shit happens. Or more bad shit happens. You decide.

Fridays, my god I hate Fridays. Fridays stand for fuck, simply because that's all anyone ever wants to say. Either it's going to sound something like, 'Fuck yeah, this shit is awesome!' or more along the lines of what I would say, which goes something like, 'Fuck my life.' I'm just a constant downer. Aren't I?

Did I mention my birthday was a Wednesday? Seriously, it was. Now what really sucked about my birthday was that it was on probably the most pathetic excuse for a holiday. Valentines Day. Fucking Valentines Day. My God, that is the most useless and a waste of a holiday ever…of all time. It's really just an excuse for girls to get gay little presents from their boyfriends. And then they get dumped. The boyfriends I mean. Girls are ruthless and unforgiving. I learned that one the hard way.

If you can't tell this story I'm going to tell you is a love story. I suggest you stop reading now because it ends badly. Very, very badly. If your weak of heart, you should probably never, ever know what happened between me and the love of my life. Then again if your weak of heart I'm surprised you made it this far with all the cursing and swearing. Don't you just love my optimism…and sarcasm? So incase you haven't guessed, my story, starts on, not a Wednesday. But a Monday. Then it follows through to a Wednesday. That's when shit starts going. So let me start over.

It was a Monday morning and our first team practice of the season. It was also the same day I met the one and only Fox McCloud. Yeah, turns out the hero of Lylat played soccer, but I'll start from the beginning.

My alarm clock woke me up that morning. And my clock alarm sounds like a cat having a seizure. If you don't know what that sounds like, consider yourself lucky, because it's annoying as hell. Not that I have anything against cats. Since the girl of my dreams happened to be one.

Anyway, it took me about, oh I don't know, approximately forever and a half to get out of bed. Next thing I knew I had jumped eighty feet into the air when a rush of cold water hit my face. I had to be pretty damn tired to not remember going down my stairs and jumping in the shower. Especially since I had accidentally left my boxers on. Oh, I forgot to get a towel out of the hallway closet too. Lucky me…

I peeked out the door when I was finished taking my shower. I got shampoo in my eyes, both of them. In other words, I was going to school looking like a stoner. Not that I wasn't, I do smoke weed. Cigarettes too, but not because its fun like those ass whole stoners that you see in the halls of your high school. I do it as a stress reliever. As an escape, but no, I don't usual show up to school riding reindeer mind you.

"Mom! Get me a towel!" My mom is actually a lot nicer than all the other moms I've seen. My dad too. My mom was an orange vixen tamed Tara. She met my father at a club in central Corneria. The city, not the whole planet. That would be pretty fucked up. My father is a wolf.

Was a wolf… He died in a convenience store doing the right thing. Dad had to be a hero and tackle the thug with the gun. Even though he had saved a dozen and a half lives he took four blasts in the stomach. His name is also Michael.

Was…

Fuck.

"Say please!" my mom waved a towel in front of me just out of reach in the hallway. That was my mom, always the sarcastic bitch. But I love her. Like I said, I've seen some of my friend's moms be a lot worse.

"How about I don't call child protective services and we'll call it even?" She always got my sense of humor. So saying small things like that weren't a reason to launch the nuclear warheads under her bed at my face.

"You're such a rotten kid." She scowled and tossed the towel to me underhand. I could tell that she was hiding a smile from me.

"I got it from you." I could practically hear her laughing her ass off.

I skipped breakfast and dragged my lazy ass out the door of my apartment, down the elevator, and to the bus stop. It was only a quarter to seven so it was a little dark out. It was nice though, the light was fairly relaxing. And I wasn't high no matter what it looked like. I got shampoo in my eyes I swear!

It took five or six minutes for the bus to show up, and oddly enough I was the only person at the bus stop. Not that it was surprising, since there were only two other kids that actually ever showed up at my bus stop. They are so unimportant to me I don't even remember their names. Aw well.

I sat down in my usual spot three seats behind the bus driver. I usual sat there simply because it was away from all the faggots that call themselves "popular" or the "cool" kids or what ever they're called. I don't really care. Don't get me wrong, I'm friends with a handful of them but they are the only exceptions.

I save a seat for my friend Nikki everyday, even though she doesn't show up much anymore. Besides, nobody sits next to me anyway so its not like I have to actually "save" anyone a seat. Nikki is the only one who sits next to me; she's the only friend I have that goes on my bus. No I'm not some creepy ass punk Goth kid. Though I do dress a bit differently than everyone else. Cargo shorts and cargo pants with those non-designer brand T-shirts or sweatshirts.

My school is on the edge of Corneria. I mean the city, not the planet. Just to specify. I walked up the white marble stairs and entered the lobby. My friends all hang out in the cafeteria, which is a small walk, compared to the size of the school. It's about a five-minute walk or so to get from the lobby to the cafeteria. Then my first period class is just down the hall from there.

I checked my watch. 7:05 a.m. only twenty minutes before first period. Yeah I had time. Besides I could be late, I hate first period anyway. The teacher is a real bitch. You're not allowed to sneeze in her class. Seriously? What kind of evil and demonic teacher is that bad? I don't know. I guess Ms. Deskronoviks. Call her Ms. D, makes things so much easier.

So here I am walking like a pimp into the cafeteria where shit goes wrong. I walked up to a table with a crying girl at it. No it wasn't Miranda (Girl of my dreams, I hadn't met her at this point.)

It was a friend of mine…Nikki. Did I mention I hate Mondays?