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Those Grey Mondays



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Sat Jan 28, 2012 4:04 pm
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Firstly, I'm not good with names, so. >.> Secondly, I'm not good with titles either.
Anyway, I was technically forced to write this story by my awesome English teacher because she has to select a few stories, powerpoint presentations, and comics for this contest based on Road Safety which has been organised by the RTA in my area. So she told me and four other girls in my class to do it, because apparently, we can, and we're good at it.
This probably isn't my best, and it certainly never will be, but whatever.


Harris Tenning, a normal 30 year old office worker, woke up on a dull and grey Monday morning to find himself facing another week of work. He didn’t mind going to office; his boss was always bouncy and cheerful, and his colleagues were always greeting each other and talking animatedly during breaks. What he did mind, however, was the amount of paperwork he had to do.

He glanced at the clock on his bedside table and, realizing he had woken up an hour earlier than usual, he took his time and got dressed for work. He picked up his briefcase and walked into the kitchen to find that his wife had already left for work but had kept a plate of eggs and toast ready for him to eat, along with a glass of orange juice. He took his time and ate slowly, enjoying the taste of food and wishing he could stay home for the day. But, knowing he couldn’t, he continued eating and then made his way out of the apartment, into the elevator and down to the parking area.

He unlocked his car and jumped in, starting up the engine. He backed out of the parking area, onto the road and began driving in the direction of his workplace.
He felt happy now that he’d eaten a healthy breakfast and drove faster, eager to reach office and discuss the latest football match with his colleagues until his boss came told them to get to work. He was completely unaware, however, of the fact that he had forgotten to put on his seatbelt.

He drove faster, on and on, also oblivious to the fact that he was speeding. Before he knew it, he had crashed into a huge red truck, and another car came crashing into his from behind. The windscreen of his car shattered and shards of glass fell on him. He felt something flowing down the side of his face and touched it, only to realize that it was blood. A sharp pain in his shoulder made him scream out loud, and he found his eyes swimming with tears. He lay there, for how long he didn’t know. But he did know that he was eventually rescued, and that his injuries were not too serious. And from that day, he also knew he would be more careful on the road, no matter how happy he was.

Spoiler! :
I didn't bother editing it, because I've already done it about seven times. :mrgreen:
I'd rather waltz than just walk through the forest.
The trees keep the tempo and they sway in time.
Quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus.
If I were to pluck on your heart strings would you strum on mine?

~Plant Life, Owl City
  








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