"The Worst Day Ever"
Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, they belong to the amazingly talented Diane Duane. The lyrics belong to likewise talented Simple Plan.
A.N. Sorry about any slight inconsistencies with the fourth book, I was doing my math homework and listening to Simple Plan when I was creatively inspired, so here goes:
It's 6 am the clock is ringing
I need to spend an hour snoozing
I don't think I'm gonna make it.
I punch in I'm still sleeping
Watch the clock but it's not moving
'Cus everyday is never ending.
"Here we go again," Kit muttered, swinging his legs out of bed. It was his tenth, no, wait... eleventh day of no Nita. He had had no life and no initiative since her parents had sent her to Ireland. The manual had seemed to sense this and had put him in the listing as "On vacation" so he had nothing to do. Of course, his parents noticed his idleness right away and had insisted he "learn the value of hard work" and get a job. So now, he was working at the greasy pizza place down the street as a dishwasher. They had no idea what hard work really was.
And I feel like I'm living
the worst day over and over again.
I feel like the summer is leaving again.
I feel like I'm living the worst day
It feels like you're gone and
Every day is the worst day ever.
He sighed as he pulled on his stained, grease- spotted uniform and started downstairs. Kit seemed to live every day in a gray haze; nothing seemed real. As he devoured his customary bowl of cornflakes, his mother walked into the kitchen.
"So, how's work going?"
Kit grunted and continued stuffing in the now soggy cornflakes; he knew what was coming and wanted it to be over as soon as possible.
"I know you don't like it, but you know why you're doing this. You still haven't paid us back for that what's- it from the thrift store. Anyway, even if you are a wizard, you're still going to need a real job when you're older."
Kit rolled his eyes. He'd needed the old computer monitor for a spell with Nita, but the store was charging a completely unreasonable amount for the old thing. He cringed at the thought of Nita, but he walked over to the sink to put away his bowl, hoping his pain didn't show on his face. How much longer he'd last, Kit didn't know, but he had to keep on at least a semblance of normalcy.
Yesterday was the worst day ever
and tomorrow won't be better
It's history repeating on and on
Summer plans are gone forever
I traded them in for dishpan water
And everyday is never ending.
Kit sighed and walked towards the door; he knew she was right, at least partly, but still, he felt trapped in an endless cycle that he couldn't escape, like a hamster on a treadmill, trying and trying to get somewhere, but always in the same place, never ending, never escaping, but always hoping.
It's so long and I can't go on.
