Monday
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An average Monday after school
I just want to get home; this rain is killing my mood.
The bleak sky opens up like tears
The raindrops pitter-patter on my windshield.
The melodic moisture is inducing sleep,
I turn on Ellie Goulding to break the humdrum beat.
Jamming to Ellie, not a care in the world,
Uh-oh. What was that?
My life has flipped upside down, I feel like I can hurl.
The screeching of tires,
The jerk of the wheel,
The impact of the collision,
Skidding to a stop is the only thing I feel.
My nerves and anxiety are at an all time high,
Oh, great. A Mercedes Benz.
Keep it in, Katie. Do not cry.
The red and blue blinding lights approach the scene
I just keep praying this is only a dream.
No injuries or tickets are issued that day,
No physical pain, just emotionally drained.
All that remains from that fateful day:
Daunting memories of the impact,
Thick, black scratches on his Benz,
And blue citations as a constant reminder.
My brother’s beat up Honda, completely destroyed,
My “average” Monday: an utter joy.