6:09pm

Is this another Groundhog Day sort of OneShot? Yes. Do I care? Nope.

Is this in first person? I wanted to try it out

Au
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My eyes fluttered open that bright Monday morning. As soon as they did, I groaned and rolled onto my side, stuffing my face into the pillow. Monday's were the worst! How can one day of the week be so agonising compared to the others? It wasn't fair! Why can't I stay home? I probably won't miss anything, apart from the teachers who drone on and on, and the annoying students who are either too hyper for a Monday, or don't know the definition of personal space. Seriously! The amount of people who brush up against me without a second thought! It was horrendously rude.

Someone pounded on his door and I moaned, realising it was my older sister. She was probably sent up by my mother who can never be bothered to wake me up. I know I'm stubborn, but some attention would be nice every once in awhile.

"Roman! Get up!" She yelled through the wood, pounding on the door a few more times before leaving. Alright! I get it! Even so I'm not leaving. Maybe if I stay here long enough they won't realise and all leave the house without me - it's worked before.

"C'mon, Roman" next was my father. He went to work around this time, so after passing my bedroom he disappeared downstairs and was outside the house before he could be called back to care for the twins who were sitting in the living room in their second crib, crying and crying so loudly I wondered if the neighbors would call social services.

Still, I stayed buried under my thick duvet, the warmth that surrounded my body was persuasive enough to keep me immobile as the house was alive in a palaver. Deep down, though, I knew I wouldn't be able to stay here, as now my younger brother was opening my bedroom door and jumping around my room loudly while yelling at the top of his lungs for me to get up. If I didn't want to be grounded, I would've punched him square in his stupid face.

Instead, I grabbed a pillow and whacked him around the head with it, sending him collapsing to the ground. As he wailed and ran to Mom I laughed brightly - although, it hit me I was now standing up, and I knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Rolling my eyes, I shut my door with my hip and blasted some music from my favourite musical to block out everything going on in the house I really wished I didn't live in.

Grabbing a pair of white jeans, I matched it with a red t-shirt and a brown jacket. Subconsciously I began to sing along with the music that filled my ears - I mean, who wouldn't? It was such glorious, upbeat music! Everyone in this house needed a mood lift, anyway. Brushing my hair to perfection, I flinched when I saw my pissed off older sister standing in her doorway - her angry expression made me smirk and laugh, finally switching the music off so I could hear what she had to say, although I was pretty sure I wouldn't care.

"Seriously? Can you stop being such a pain for once?" She demanded, exasperated. I scoffed, stuffing my phone into my pocket and my earphones into my bag. "Let me think..." I purposely tapped my chin as if I was actually contemplating her request. From her clenched jaw, I knew this was getting to her, and she was just waiting for the response I knew she knew was coming.

"No" with a wink, I sauntered on passed and slid down the banister, instantly blocking my ears as I heard the twins wailing in the living room. Closing the door to try and dim down the noise, I skidded into the kitchen, seeing my younger brother nagging my eight month pregnant mother who was busying herself around the kitchen to get breakfast for everyone.

Grabbing an apple, I left before I could be ordered to do anything, on my way to school I met up with a few of my friends, laughing and joking with them until we reached the building of boring hell. It wasn't even good hell. I bet real hell had demons that wouldn't mind shoving their dick inside of me - very different to the demons in this place - aka hot jocks who were homophobic. Lucky I wasn't out yet.

I split away from my friends to get inside and hurry to first lesson - I usually didn't act like such a nerd, but if I didn't buck up my act soon, I might be banned from the new play featuring in our school this summer. As I was heading down the hallway, from the corner of my eye I noticed a big crowd standing in front of a billboard; I didn't really care, for it was probably some useless information, anyway.

Entering my class a few seconds before the bell, I sent a wicked smirk at my teacher who narrowed their eyes back at me - realising they couldn't tell me off for being late. Score for Roman. Grinning in triumph, I kicked back in my seat and relaxed, waiting until the rest of my group of friends decided to show up. They always did in the end, as soon as the feeling of 'rebelliousness' wore off.

Not too soon, I heard their voices echoing down the hallway and I grinned, sitting up further in my seat. The world around me was blocked out as soon as they all came through the door without a single fuck towards the teacher, sitting around me as they carried on with their conversations. Soon enough, I joined in and we all started up our jokes and laughter, suddenly I felt at ease - something I didn't feel often due to my annoying family.

The bell rang, indicating first lesson, so I ventured to class with the friends I had the lesson with. It was nearly all girls, apart from one boy who stuck by my side, both of us sniggering and making stupid comments towards students in the classroom during the lesson. It was mean, but I didn't care, besides I didn't know the students, so why do I need to worry about if they're upset or not? They probably can't even hear us, anyway. The teacher sure doesn't care.

It finally reached break, and I sat on our usual table in the cafeteria. The 'queen bee' as she liked to be called sat opposite me, sent me a smirk, and returned to her girl friends and phone. Once everyone arrived, she was able to shush most of them in order to spread the daily gossip. Usually, she was able to get juicy information from anyone and everyone in our school - which was why everyone tried to stay on her good side. I would admit, even if I hung out with these people, I thought the "tea" as queen bee put it was boring and stupid - how did anyone even know if it was true?

Whatever she said I took with a pinch of salt, because she probably exaggerated by miles to make everyone more intrigued, besides I didn't know her sources, so I never really believed her. Take for example Friday last week, she said how a girl named Mary had sex with three boys the night before which was completely unrealistic due to the fact she was a well known lesbian. She was the type to not care about others opinions, so she didn't care if people were homophobic, or spread lies - as long as she knew they weren't true, she really didn't give s single fuck.

I supposed I admired that, but I found her kind of annoying, so I never bothered myself with her.

"Someone leaked Virgil Sander's nudes"

I barely even heard her as she spoke, taking a bite out of my sandwich instead. The table roared with laughter and sly comments to whoever they were talking about, again, I didn't bother to listen, and indulged myself with the jocks sitting at the end of our table. Ugh. Just look at their muscles! I could stare and salivate over them all day! Gah! If only one of them were gay! Or at least bisexual!

Our next lessons were a bore, unfortunately most of my friends were in different classes, so I was stuck with the people I rarely spoke to. Either way, they were humorous, so I tried not to complain, or look disappointed, but I couldn't help it. Couldn't teachers be more considerate and let me stay with my closer friends? It was as if they didn't even care about what I felt! Slumping in my seat, I found myself in a mood for the rest of the lessons until lunch rolled around.

Instead of sitting in the cafeteria, we moved to the field where nearly everyone else went to hang out with their friends, or play games/sports. The jocks of our group joined in on the football, leaving the rest of us on the bleachers, me secretly stealing glances at them every so often. I might go hard if I stare too long.

"I bet he's such a whore" queen bee giggled to her two closest friends who sat either side of her. I tilted my head up to gaze at the girl who sat on the row above me, the sun perfectly aligning behind her head, making her look heavenly. I know I sometimes call myself gay, but I'm really bisexual, I guess I prefer men, but who wouldn't? I see why woman fawn over them so much - but girls were attractive, too. Maybe if I was lucky I could get with queen bee.

"Yeah! A faggot, too, what kind of boy wears dresses?"

I dropped out of the conversation before I could hear the rest of it, focusing on my friend who sprayed water from his bottle at a few kids from the grade below who sat a few rows down. They squawked and all jumped up, making me grin in amusement as they all huffed and stormed away. High-fiving my friend, we spoke a little more before the bell reached our ears. Thankfully, last lesson was being taken over by a talk in the hall - it was optional to go, if you stayed in class you'd have to do work, but all the teachers knew that wasn't happening.

Surprisingly, a lot of my friends were at the talk. I didn't think they'd care. Eh. Whatever, I still had a few of my closer and not-so-close friends left. Situating myself in their group, I jumped in on their conversation and the last hour drifted by smoothly.

I was pleasantly surprised today - I wasn't too tired, and actually had quite a lot of fun with my friends. Maybe the weekend lasted longer than I thought.

Arriving home I found the house empty. My older sister was picking up my brother, my parents were at work, and the twins were being babysat by our aunt. Grinning, I played music through my speakers and busied myself with the lines from the upcoming play. Hopefully I would get the lead role - I usually did. It was nice, the support I got from most of my friends - I would've thought they assumed acting was something "gay" and they wouldn't want anything more to do with me, but their praise rose my confidence to do more, and to be the best - which I was.

Later that afternoon, the house was filled with noise again. I sighed and flopped onto my bed, playing on my phone until dinner was ready. Many times people came into my room to ask for my help, but why would I help them? I wasn't a parent, they could do it themselves. Besides, Dad never did anything, so why did I? It was unfair.

Unfortunately, it put me in a bad mood, so I ate my food upstairs and entertained myself with Netflix and the new episode of Doctor Who I missed yesterday.

Before I knew it, I was becoming tired - finally, time for some beauty sleep! I slipped into my silk pyjamas and brushed my teeth in the share bathroom. I wished I had my own bathroom, so I wouldn't be disturbed by my little brother, who poked his head around the door and smiled up at me. His hair was dirty, and his clothes were on backwards. I tutted - why is he always such a mess? It was embarrassing.

"Can you read me a story?" He requested while I dried my face. Slowly, I looked at him with a risen eyebrow, perplexed he'd ask me to do something so time consuming and boring. "Read yourself" I replied back, shoving past him and down to my room. I expected him to pester me about it, but when I saw him storm into his room and slam the door closed, I rolled my eyes and slammed mine harder, to prove his pathetic nudge was nothing compared to mine.

Flopping on my bed, I settled under the covers and sighed out happily.

Life was good.

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The next time I opened my eyes was in the next morning. Groaning, I rolled onto my back and sighed out happily, staring at my white ceiling. Tuesdays weren't as bad as Mondays, I definitely had more energy to get up. Reaching for my phone, I yawned as I unplugged it from my charger, skimming through a few notifications and replying to each of my friends who texted me.

When someone suddenly started banging on my door I flinched, finding it very unsuspected. "Roman! Get up!" My sister yelled, banging more and more. My eyebrows drew together, because my sister always went for a jog early Tuesday morning - whatever, she probably just forgot. As I was getting up, I heard another voice call through the door.

"C'mon, Roman" It was my dad. I groaned deliberately loud so he could hear me. "I already am!" I yelled back, grabbing a pair of matching clothes before brushing my hair to the side in the mirror. My door suddenly opened and my younger brother came in - he was still wearing his pyjamas with milk stained down his chest.

"Oh..." he paused, staring at me. What was his problem? "You're already up" He commented, making me roll my eyes at his stupidity. "Yeah, moron, I am. Don't make me hit you with a pillow like yesterday" with that, he was dashing out the room, leaving the door halfway open. Whatever, I was leaving now anyway. Pocketing my phone, I slid down the banister and went to grab my usual apple, brushing past my mother who was washing the dishes as fast as she could.

Like normal routine, I left before anyone could boss me around, quickly meeting up with my friends. During our conversation, a weird feeling of déjà vu swimming in the pit of my stomach. Why was that? I was sure I hadn't heard this conversation before...or had I? Shrugging it off, I hurried off to class once we reached the school grounds, finding myself a little earlier than usual. Eh, whatever.

Relaxing in my seat, I didn't bother pulling out my phone as the teacher usually always took my phone away the first chance she could. Totally unfair, I know! Everyone else got to keep their phone in plain sight! Huffing, I let my mind wander into a daydream until the bell snapped me from my thoughts, and the teacher began to do roll call.

The first half of the day passed by like a weird dream, because I felt like I've done this before. All of this. But I hadn't - maybe I needed to change up my routine a bit. Arriving in the cafeteria, I watched as queen bee quietened down the table with one, cocky smirk.

"Someone leaked Virgil Sander's nudes"

Alright, I wasn't that stupid, she definitely said that yesterday. As the table broke into laughter, I spoke up to catch her attention. "Again?" This made her tilt her head in confusion, which confused me further. "What do you mean, again? Do you know something we don't?" Suddenly, all eyes were on me, attention never bothered me so I didn't falter in the slightest.

"No, I don't even know who Virgil is" well, that was a lie, I did know who he was, but this would back me up. "But you said the same thing yesterday. Don't you have anything else?" I rose my eyebrow, looking at the others to see if they agreed with me, but they looked at me as if I were going mad. Oh god, what did I say?

"Yesterday was Sunday, Roman. Keep up" Queen bee rolled her eyes and turned to her friends, everyone else following suit. Sunday? Is this some sort of elaborate prank? Pulling out my phone, I finally checked the date and it was in fact Monday. Okay - there was only one explanation for this. I had somehow gained powers and was able to see the future in a sort of dream I must've had last night.

Or, subconsciously I overheard about Virgil's nudes and made myself imagine that this was what she was going to say during break? Huh. I am good. So, today was Monday? Explains why my sister was there, this is all very confusing, and made me sulk - I had to start from the beginning of the week again!

Even if I came up with an excuse for what happened during break, I still felt weird throughout the day. Whenever I passed through a hallway, I did a double takes on crowd of students that passed by, because I was sure they were wearing the same exact clothing in my dream! This was becoming too weird, I really hated this. Ugh. What had I done to deserve this? I'm not that bad.

Throughout the lessons leading up to lunch, I found myself paying more attention to the teacher than my friends; for whatever reason, one I definitely couldn't place. My friends didn't even notice, so it didn't affect me much, but now I knew what they said. Why did I care? I couldn't tell...whatever, this wasn't going to become a usual thing.

Lunch rolled around and I sat on the bleachers with everyone, finding myself staring up at queen bee who was sitting exactly like in my dream, sun shining around her head and everything.

"I bet he's such a whore" she giggled to her friends, and I suddenly found himself curious to who she was talking about, usually she only calls girls' whores, never boys.

"Who?"

The three turned to me faster than I anticipated, I even recoiled a bit. "Haven't you heard?" Queen bee's friend giggled, nudging queen bee who brushed some hair over her shoulder before leaning close to me as if this was some sort of secret only we could know.

"Patton likes to wear dresses and act like a girl"

Patton? Patton, Patton, Patton, Patton...Patton! I knew who Patton was! He was the most bubbly, energetic boy in our grade - probably our entire school - famously know for always wanting to make people feel happy, and becoming friends with everyone he could. I found myself thinking so what if he wore dresses? Did that really change him as a person?

I decided to block out their conversation and I turned to my friend again, smiling and laughing and returning to my normal self.

The rest of the day passed smoothly, everyone went to the hall for whatever reason I didn't care enough to know, and I hung out with my friends, once again finding their conversation very familiar, but I never commented on it.

As per usual, I was home first. In my boredom, I played music and went over my lines like in my dream - if it was a dream, I probably didn't actually go over the lines, because I couldn't possibly remember them enough to have them exactly the same from real life.

Every once in awhile, people came into my room, asked me to help, I would decline, eat my food in here and get ready for bed. In the bathroom, my younger brother asked for me to read to him again (even though the first time was technically a dream) either way, he still annoyed me, so I rudely told him no and sauntered to my room, closing the door with a kick of my foot.

Flopping onto my bed, I snuggled further into the blankets and sighed out. Hopefully tomorrow will be Tuesday, I thought with a chuckle.

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Oh my god it was Monday again!

I paced my room, staring at my phone that told me it was Monday. This couldn't be right, my phone must be broken! But it was new! Could it break this quickly? Growling, I threw my phone onto the bed and hurried down the staircase, looking through all the newspapers and calendars we had - but with each one, it told me it was Monday.

Okay, Roman, don't panic..don't panic...this...this can be explained.

Oh, who was I kidding! The first time I did this wasn't a dream, I have lived through the same day twice! Now onto a third time! Was the universe trying to tell me something? This specific day wasn't even that interesting! I would prefer if this was on the day of the performance in case I do something wrong and I could correct myself the second time round.

Stop it, Roman! This is serious. Okay. Okay. Third Monday in a row - maybe it'll follow the rule of three? And tomorrow it will go back to normal? Was this just...some sort of glitch in the universe? Maybe, that was probably it, yeah, I don't sound crazy at all! Sarcasm heavily intended. Well, I couldn't blame myself, for I'm currently living through the same day, again!

When I stopped thinking and became one with the real world again, I suddenly realised how quiet it was in the house. When I checked the clock, I gawked at the time - six am!? No one is awake at six am! Especially not me! But from this whole experience, I didn't really feel like sleeping anymore. Quickly, I changed my clothes and opened my laptop, searching things like 'repeating days' or 'strong déjà vu' things alike, but nothing came up that was the similar case to my situation.

My sister began pounding on my door, with an eye roll I slammed close my laptop and whipped open the door before she could call me. "What?" I hissed, noticing her perplexed expression, staring at me like I had gone mad. Ugh, I just woke up earlier! She's staring at me like I'm a wild animal in a cage! Jutting my hip, I closed the door before she had the chance to say anything, packing my bag hurriedly.

To know this was real, I needed to pay more attention to everyone around me. The thought made me wilt, because I was so used to only focusing on myself. Whatever, I could go a few days getting a look in on other people's lives. Before I could leave my room, my annoying little brother rushed in and stared at me with the same shocked mixed with confusion as he did yesterday. So, technically I haven't hit him with pillow yet - if the same logic worked for yesterday, why did he still run away in fear after I threatened him to do the same?

"You're up"

"Yes, I am" I spoke harshly, noticing his eyes widen in hurt before he turned around and hurried away. I watched him go with furrowed eyebrows, he was hurt? I didn't even insult him this time! If my dad saw that, he'd hit me around the head remind me that men don't 'feel pain' and they don't become 'hurt'. Maybe he should teach that lesson to him, too.

I quickly left the house, abandoning the apple. I didn't really feel hungry. With my friends, I intently focused on their conversations, coming to the conclusion that yes, it was definitely the same conversation the two Monday's prior. If this were to carry on, I could really use it to my advantage...

Once in home room, I scanned the classroom, noticing a boy hunched over in the corner, shoulder shaking lightly. I could tell it was Virgil, and he looked...genuinely upset. Maybe the whole 'leaked nudes' fiasco really happened. Was there a way I could...stop it? An absurd thought, but I could be the hero in this story! As I always was.

Well, it was too late now, so I'll bother with that tomorrow if this day repeats.

Sitting down comfortably, I tuned in on my friends conversations, but found myself drifting away whenever my eyes would linger on the boy in the corner. What was this weird feeling in my chest? Did I actually...feel bad for him? I don't even know who he is! Why do I care? Becoming angry with myself, I abandoned my friends to get to lessons alone, stopping beside a billboard when something caught my eye.

Oh my god. It was Virgil's nudes! He was laying on his bed, hard cock resting against his stomach, face screwed up into pleasure from someone else who was obviously fondling him. Whoever it was must've taken the picture. What kind of sick person does that? It was obvious Virgil was quite the outcast - I wouldn't care much if my nudes were leaked because I'm absolutely perfect in every way, but for Virgil?

I'm not saying he's unattractive, as I find myself gazing for maybe a bit too long, but I'm sure someone like him wouldn't want anyone to see these apart from his significant other. In a fit of anger, I ripped the paper from the board and threw it into the bin, wondering how some people could be such horrific evil bastards.

Scurrying to class, I sat with my friends, but made sure to focus on the teachers lecture. Sure enough, it was the same as yesterday's, and the day before, meaning I could probably recite the lecture out loud if these Monday's repeat enough.

At lunch, queen bee says the same shit about Virgil's nudes - it occurred to me that everyone found this amusing, while I felt like a bit of an outsider for once. Was I the only one to see how badly this could affect someone's life? And they were laughing about it as if it were nothing?

Woah, wait, hold on. I'm doing it again. I'm...caring.

I stop paying myself attention for a few hours and I'm suddenly turning into Patton? I needed to snap out of this, and fast, I only cared about myself, no one else, this whole day repeating thing will blow over, and I'll return to my normal self. Although, there was a lingering question in the back of my mind - did I want to return to my usual self?

The walk between lessons I turned down the usual route but stopped when I heard voices. Usually if I was walking alone I would drop out the world around me and occupy myself with my thoughts, now though I could hear a bunch of voices down the hallway. Hiding against the locker, I peeked over and spotted Patton surrounded by his friends. They were all girls, and from their expressions they looked more like sly foxes more than anything.

"You promised you wouldn't tell..." Patton whimpered, poor boy looked close to tears. I may be uncaring to others, but this boy didn't deserve his secrets revealed like that - he's never hurt anyone in his life, yet his supposed friends are turning on him like this?

"Awh, you're so cute, Patton!" One of the girls spoke condescendingly. "We were only using you to earn your trust - you're really gullible, you know" another spoke with a grin, and I felt my blood boil. Alright, many people would agree - as would I - if something wasn't affecting me, I wouldn't get involved, but I couldn't help but to march over and push the girls away from Patton. They all gasped and stared at me in surprised, along with Patton who was pressed tightly against the locker.

"Stay away from Patton" I demanded in a low tone, instantly the girls scattered down the hallway, leaving the two of us alone. Ugh. Why did I get myself involved? Whatever, I could change it tomorrow, but when I saw a small smile waver on his face, I questioned myself if I really wanted to do anything differently.

"Thanks..." he murmured shyly, sending me one more smile before hurrying to class. Shaking my head, I sprinted to my own lesson and made it just in time. I risked my chances of performing in a play for a boy I barely know? This wasn't me at all. Do I like it? Do I not? Do I...prefer this version of myself? Ugh! This was all so confusing!

Lunch rolled around, and I physically clenched my fists when I actually listened to the slurs they described Patton as just because he wore dresses and preferred feminine stuff. It doesn't create any sort of difference about him at all! Besides, they wore dresses, why weren't they cussed out for it?

Last lesson, I didn't want to have to torture myself with listening to my friends conversation, so instead I decided to see what was happening in the hall. Snagging a seat with my friends, everyone slowly silenced when a boy came up on stage. I know him! It was Logan, the smartest boy in our school - the nerd, stoic, but sharp and judgemental - not many people messed with him, for he either didn't care, or knew exactly how to get back at them when they were least suspecting it.

He began speaking to everyone without an ounce of hesitance about the improvements the school needed - but as he was getting into it a few boys let out a yell and from behind the curtain that hung over the top of the stage came a whole bucket full of green paint that landed right on Logan's head.

I slapped a hand over my mouth and laughed hard into it, because that was the most funniest thing I had ever seen! Why hadn't I came here sooner!? My attention was on my friends who were slapping their knees or clapping their hands in amusement, everyone laughing at the nerd who had left the stage almost immediately. Once the overall humour died off, everyone left and I walked home with my friends who were still buzzing about the prank. Yeah, it was funny, but not this funny. It takes a lot of courage to stand on stage in front of the school, so my friends had nothing on the green stained nerd.

I willed the afternoon to go by quickly, but then I suddenly came up with an idea.

If these Monday's are continuously repeating, I could really change myself. Because, if I truly think about everything I've done, I know I'm not a saint, or the Prince I always imagined myself to be when I was a kid. I really wanted to blame others, but in the end if came down to how I responded to being shoved in the back because of my younger brother and the new baby on the way.

Or, could I put the blame on my father, because I'm regrettably a lot like him...

The door opened and my sister poked her head in. She looked like she didn't want to be here, and I'm not surprised - even if it was rude, she could at least try and hide it. "Could you help with come sort of cleaning around here?" I opened my mouth to say I was busy, but when I looked around my room, I realised I...wasn't. So, reluctantly, I stood up and lightly brushed by her to grab the vacuum, for the floor really needed a clean up. I did notice the surprise on my sisters face, which made me grin.

I could totally act different to just see everyone's expressions! That's what I'll do! Pretend to be nice just to shock them. Oh, this will be amusing!

I ended up vacuuming most rooms in the house, by the end I was exhausted and slumped at the dinner table to eat. Everyone glanced up at me in silence and I hid a smirk with food I quickly stuffed inside my mouth. "Has everyone had a good day?" My mother asked no one in particular. I remember in meals like this I never replied as I was too focused on finishing my food so I could disappear in my room. Time to change again.

"My day was absolutely wonderful" I got out before my sister who slowly closed her mouth. "But, has anyone else felt major déja vu? I can't seem to get away from it" mother quickly swallowed the food in her mouth to respond, which made me ease in relief, for I hated seeing food in someone's mouth. I also asked the question to see if I was alone on this, or if it was repeating for everyone else - if it was, it was probably cause mass hysteria though, and many others would be doing the same as me - acting different.

"I don't think I have, no. But I'm glad you had a good day, Roman" she smiled brightly at me nonetheless, and for some weird reason, I found myself smiling back. Ugh. That made me feel icky. My younger brother seemed more happy than usual, which was weird, he usually looked sad - almost like a lost puppy.

The meal ended and I was the first to go, I had already vacuumed, everyone else could do the dishes. In my room, I watched different Netflix shows until I felt myself drifting off. I didn't mean to sleep for long, but when I awoke I was under the blanket, a small, warm body beside me. Looking down, I saw it was my brother, cuddled up to my side. I nearly kicked him off - who allowed him into my room? I don't think I gave him permission to sleep on my bed, either.

Whatever, I was too tired to cause a fuss, so I rolled onto my back and fell asleep once again.

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I found myself waking up earlier than usual. Earlier than everyone else, too. Ha! Another thing to shock them with! Wait...everything I did yesterday had been erased, and unless I do it again today, I'll have a different outcome.

Oh, how exciting! This...this was actually more fun that I realised it would be. I'm not scared at all! This is brilliant! I have the power of a god!

In a wildly ecstatic mood, I hurriedly changed and packed my bag ready for school. When I thought of the seven hours of hell, I suddenly remembered Virgil's nudes and Patton's secrets revealed. Maybe I could...change that? Stop it? Be the saviour I always wanted to be when watching Disney movies?

I left a note on my door saying I left early before walking down the quiet street to school. It was obvious whoever stuck the pictures up had done it before anyone arrived, so I'll do the same, but instead I'll be the ones removing them. With a skip in my step, I searched around the school, crumpling up the printed pictures, throwing them into trash cans as I went.

When I was sure I explored everywhere, other students started filling in, low and behold I bump into Logan, snorting when I suddenly remembered what he had in store for him later that day. "Good luck with your speech" I patted his shoulder as I passed, meeting my friends at the front of the school who didn't say anything about my absence when they were walking here. It didn't bother me, for I didn't really care about my friends that much, anyway. Did that make me a bad person? If they felt the same way, I guess it didn't.

Walking to home room, I noticed no one crowded around the billboards. Score for Roman! Hero the school didn't deserve. Sauntering into class, I spotted Virgil sitting at his desk, hunched over shoulders bouncing. He was probably upset his nudes got into the wrong hands - who wouldn't be? On my way over I placed a box of tissues on his desk, sending him a smile when he looked up in confusion.

Sitting at my desk, I watched him tentatively grab a tissue and dab lightly around his eyes. That's right! He wore makeup! Woah...why do I remember that? Shrugging, I didn't stop watching, for some reason he was much more interesting them my brain dead friends sitting around me.

Break time arrived and I sat with my friends. "We know, we know" I spoke before queen bee could, "Virgil's nudes were leaked, blah blah blah, let's move onto something more interesting, shall we?" Her face was fucking priceless! I wish I did this sooner! Because as soon as everyone heard it from me, realising it wasn't as interesting or funny as it sounded coming from queen bee, they quickly moved onto something else, leaving her floundering while her friends tried to comfort her over it.

I bit into my sandwich and sent her a wink. This felt good. It felt...right.

While heading to lesson I somehow stumbled upon Patton's "friends" who were huddled close, giggling to themselves about what I'm sure was his secret they were about to leak. Standing in front of them to block them off, each stared up at me in irritated confusion. "Move it, weirdo" one commented, but I blocked them from going around me, pushing them back into the group of their friends.

"I don't think of myself as the nicest person in the world but I wouldn't reveal my friends' secrets, and I hope you don't, either" my voice purposely became dangerous towards the end, but unfortunately it didn't seem to faze all of them. "He's not actually our friend" one shrugged, "so we don't care" with that they carried on their way. The audacity! But I can't help but think if I'm like that...probably, but I would never go as far as to reveal someone's very personal secrets.

What could I do? It was obvious they were going to reveal the secrets no matter how many threats I send them - was there any possible way to-

Oh...oh no. I thought of an idea but it's stupid - even for me. But, so stupid it might just work. I'd have to do it tomorrow, though, as it was already too late now. I followed the same route as yesterday, coming up to Patton to scare away his ex-friends. Once again, he sent me a shy smile and left, but this time I saw pain behind it.

At lunch, I found myself wandering the halls, for some reason I couldn't find it in me to sit with my friends. Maybe because I didn't want to endure their insults they hurdle at poor, innocent Patton. He probably looks adorable in dresses, too.

Turning the corner, of course I bump into someone. It's Virgil. "Greetings, you" I grin coyly, leaning on the wall in front of him. He lifts his head to look up at me, scanning my face for anything that would resemble the looks he's probably received from everyone else. I made sure I looked as genuine as I could be, and not at all amused by what happened. I wasn't, but I hoped I didn't look mocking.

"Sup" he finally sighed, leaning on the wall beside me. Huh, willingly talking to me? He must've gone through a lot today. "I took down the photos" I decided to say, hoping to see some sort of reaction, but when I got nothing I tilted my head in confusion. He looked blank, uncaringly staring at the wall. So, I help him from further embarrassment and this is the thanks I get? Well-

"Thanks, I guess"

Oh. I needed to learn patience. "But what's that change? Everyone has the picture on their phone, anyway" he shrugged and left me alone in the hallway, churning my mind for any sort of thing I could do to bring the attention away from Virgil in this. Then, another brilliant but also stupid idea popped into mind! I was on fire today! What has gotten into me? I would rather speak to Virgil than my friends? I would rather avoid my friends, period? Something was changing...I still couldn't tell if it settled well with me.

Now that I was planning to improve everyone's lives, I might as well save Logan while I'm at it! I just have to buy an umbrella and save him from the paint! As I am not letting that stain my clothes. The more I thought about it, the more I find it plausible and then I give myself a self-high five in the middle of the hallway because I absolutely loved myself!

Instead of going to the hall again (mostly because I felt ashamed of laughing yesterday) I willed the time to go faster through the hour. Once the bell rang I gathered my stuff and sprinted all the way home, for some reason feeling a sense of urgency to arrive home, do my chores, and ready myself for tomorrow morning, because I had to wake up early if I wanted to do everything I needed to do.

"This is so much fun!" I yelled in excitement, grabbing the hoover and cleaning all the floors. Next, as I was still in such euphoria, I cleaned up the children's toys, putting them away in the boxes, I even put dirty clothes in the washer and put away the dishes. By the time my sister and brother arrived home, they were both in disbelief at how everything looked. I grinned, rushing over to my brother to scoop him up and twirl him around. As I did, he screamed in joy and I crushed him to my chest. I haven't felt this happy in...in...forever.

Sending a grin to my sister, I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into the hug to, leaning close to whisper to her ear. "I'm sorry"

Whatever was coming over me was something I couldn't stop, because once I received a warm smile from her, I looked back at my brother who was bouncing in my arms giddily. "Why don't I read you a story tonight, huh?" His face brightened by tenfold and he hugged me again, yelling out a bundle of thank yous' before he disappeared upstairs to his room.

"It's all clean!" We heard him yell, chuckling lightly.

"So, what happened to you?" She questioned me with a risen eyebrow. I shrugged lightly, scratching the back of my neck. "I stopped pretending I was the centre of the universe" I smiled again and headed up to my room, grabbing my notebook to plan out what I would do tomorrow. Yes, it wouldn't be here tomorrow, but I still needed to do something until my mother arrived home. I had another surprise for her, too. Her face is going to be spectacular!

Downstairs, the door opened and I dropped my notebook fast. Speeding down the stairs before my sister could even get out of her room, I quickly took the twins from my tired mothers arms and placed them in the secluded area with a gate closing it off so they could play with their toys in safety.

"Roman-"

"You" I gently guided her to the couch, sitting her down comfortably. "Rest" I smiled, "I'm making dinner tonight - how does spaghetti sound?" I was right, the look- she was wearing the look! Why do I like this look so much!? It makes me feel so warm! Laying a hand across her stomach, she smiled at be with watery eyes. "Oh, thank you, Ro" I kissed her forehead, waving it off.

"Don't worry, you focus on yourself" with that, I was in the hallway, yelling up to my sister to help me with dinner, but kindly. Not too soon all us kids were in the kitchen making dinner. I let my brother stir the pasta while me and my sister perfected the sauce. We actually had...a lot of fun, and I wished this day wouldn't be lost, but if it did that would mean I wouldn't have helped the people from school, and that's what I longed to do.

When we were almost done mother appeared through the doorway with a kind smile adoring her features. "I'm pretty sure I told you to focus on yourself" I commented while walking up to her, gently rubbing her shoulders.

"I feel terrible I'm not helping" she replied with a sad smile, one that told me that wasn't the complete truth. I let her walk over to my brother, watching her wrap her arms around him from behind and giving him a tight squeeze. "Look, mummy!" He exclaimed, pointing at the pasta he was still stirring. "Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing it perfectly" my sister replied, ruffling his hair. "I bet it'll be delicious" my brother beamed and I felt my heart warm. Now, time to see some real shock. Once I sat mother down and my sister served up, we all tucked into the dinner that was perfectly created by mostly me while the others helped out. Of course, my sister didn't really know how to make the sauce, so I told her what to do, but either way working with them was enjoyable.

I felt my stomach explode with excited butterflies.

"Dad?" I spoke up, gaining his attention. "Why haven't you helped around the house?" I questioned, everyone else stopped eating to stare at me in shock. I loved the expressions! It was such a change from their usual, grumpy glares! "I know I must sound like a hypocrite but now I'm pulling my weight, shouldn't you?" As I finished, I innocently shovel some spaghetti into my mouth, smirking at my sister who sat opposite, mouth agape.

"It's just" I decided to carry on. "Our dear mother does so much for us, but with a baby on the way, she deserves some rest, don't you agree?"

Before he could speak I heard the twins crying in the room over. That's my cue. Quickly finishing my food, I tell everyone it's my turn to feed the twins before I skip to the kitchen and grab two small bowls, filling them with baby food. Usually, my dad makes it a rule the babies eat after us, because watching them eat puts him off his food, so I think he deserves some payback, don't you?

Wheeling up the two baby chairs where I was sitting - coincidentally next to Dad - I helped the babies in and began to feed them, making sure my dad could see. From the corner of my eye, I could see my two siblings trying to hide their giggles, but my little brother wasn't doing the greatest job.

"Roman, do that crap somewhere else-"

"Ah, ah, ah" I tutted, feeling good to have some power over the man of the house who thinks he's the king and doesn't have to do anything for that reason. "No swearing around the kids, please" I requested mockingly, actually flinching when he slammed his hand down onto the table. This made the twins start to cry, so I quickly hushed them, singing to them gently to calm them down. My sister took over and I whirled around, glaring at the man who stood up to get some sort of authority but I wasn't backing down - somewhere deep down I've always wanted to do this.

"You have no right speaking to me like this-"

"You have no right forcing our poor mother to slave around the house while she's eight months pregnant! What if she falls over? What if she falls ill? It will be your fault!" I bellowed in response, suddenly pent up anger I felt for the man pouring over the edge where it's been bubbling in a pot for too long.

"I don't care if you work all day" I spat, leaning up into his face. "You don't have a human growing inside of you, and when you understand that - and I hope you do really quickly - maybe then you'll see how much of a pathetic father you are!"

I was expecting an angry response, what I wasn't expecting was to be flung backwards across the room into the wall, groaning in pain when my vision went hazy for a few moments. The room suddenly filled with hysteria - hysteria I started, so I needed to end it. Grabbing my father by the collar, I shoved him out the room, and a fight broke our between us, rolling around while yelling curse after curse, punch after punch.

When my brother tried to help me, he was kicked down the hallway, and that's when my vision turned red, body filling with white rage. In a sudden burst of adrenaline, I kicked him off of me, yanked open the door and threw his body out into the world, locking the door afterwards. In a flash, I was around the house, locking and closing the windows and back doors.

"Roman...-"

"I'm sorry, Mom, I really am" I reply while scooping up my trembling brother, cradling him to my chest. "But it had to be done"

Alright, it didn't, I'll be honest, but punching that useless man felt good. So good, I knew I wouldn't have to do it again, so tomorrow I'll do a better job, and I will keep doing good for everyone until it passes onto Tuesday.

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Six am struck and I was up out of bed, getting dressed while leaving the same note on the door as I did yesterday. With money in my pocket, I froze in the doorway, remembering something else I had to do. This could ruin my life, but if it means it'll improve another, then so be it - and if it doesn't, I'll find ways until it does.

Dropping my bag, I stripped from all of my clothing, sitting in front of my body mirror on my haunches, legs stretched. Turning my phone camera on, I held my dick in my spare hand and took a few different pictures, each one having a different type of expression - revealing that I was "pleasuring" myself when I really wasn't. Although I wanted to now...nope, no time!

Pulling on my clothes faster than super man, I went to the downstairs printer and collected a stack of pictures, stuffing them into my bag. Once that was completed, I dashed to the corner shop, buying an umbrella. Next, I arrived at the mall only a fifteen minute walk away and bought something from a shop I thought I would never buy.

A crop top that barely covered my chest, smaller and tighter boxer briefs, and a skimpy, short skirt.

I will be the laughing stock of the entire school! But at least I will slay. And take away the spotlight from Patton and Virgil. The person at the register smiled sweetly at my clothes choice, and on my way out I dabbed on a little makeup from the tester things they leave out.

I still somehow arrived to school before anyone else, so I hurriedly changed in the bathroom, then moved around each billboard and stuck up pictures of myself, taking away Virgil. I'll be honest, the clothes weren't that uncomfortable, now I quickly realised why Patton would want to wear this! It felt so freeing. That made me short, I sounded so stupid.

Hiding around the front of the school, I waited until more and more people filed inside. My phone instantly filled with texts from my friends and random strangers, all of them were about my nudes. Perfect. Finally, maybe some boys will turn gay for me.

As soon as I spotted Patton and his friends, I hurried over, watching their shocked expressions scan my body up and down. There it is, shock! I love that expression now - it might even be my favourite. People who walked by stared at me, some even took pictures, but I didn't care, more focused on Patton who was smiling at me softly.

"It takes a lot of courage to dress like that, Roman!" He giggled, "I hope you don't get too many hateful remarks, though" he added, lips curled into a concerned from. I waved him off, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and turning to his friends who were still in paralysed shock.

"Go on, reveal Patton's secret" I remarked quietly so Patton could hear. "No one will care" I flipped up the skirt a little, showing off my persuasive posterior before grabbing Patton's hand and gracefully strutting up the school, winking at everyone who stared long enough. Patton stayed by my side, smiling at me brightly.

"You're so brave!" He sounded like he was in such awe.

"I definitely am" I replied, feeling confident in my new appearance, giving everyone a little twirl. The atmosphere seemed to change, as with my growing confidence filling the air, people could sense it, and instead of bashing me, they hoot and holla. "You're missing out, boys" I called to the jocks as we walked by, still holding Patton's hand. Some flipped me off while others tried to hide their lingering gazes. Bingo. I knew they couldn't all be straight!

"Roman! You're an embarrassment!" Queen bee yelled at me, and I wondered how I ever felt some sort of attraction to her. "Yeah, I'm gay, too, Princess!" I hollered back, my heart fluttering at the shock that response occurred not just from her, but everyone else who overheard.

Letting Patton go to home room, I went into my own, the teacher gasping when they saw me. "That is strictly against the code-!"

"Only for girls" I responded, in my rush this morning I was able to find a copy of the rules, not once did it say boys couldn't wear short shirts, or crop tops. This made the teacher boil red, but they couldn't do anything, so with a wink I headed on by and dropped into the seat beside Virgil, knowing I wouldn't be welcome with my old friends.

The boy wasn't crying, he was staring at me with an unreadable expression. "Thanks..." he eventually murmured, and I leaned across the desk to be closer. "For what?" I grinned cockily, even if this was the first time we shared a conversation for him, it wasn't for me.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" He sighed, staring at me, exasperated. "What? I go through all that trouble-"

"Fine, fine" he cut me off and sighed. "Thanks for...posting your nudes to cover up mine" he mumbled, which made me grin further and chuckle lightly. "I have no idea what you mean - I just thought I looked particularly hot today" I responded jokingly, making him snort and shake his head.

I find it more...appealing to make Virgil laugh than the others.

During break, I forced Virgil to hang out wit me and Patton - like I predicted, his "friends" still told everyone, but no one cared, for I was too glorious to be glossed over by Patton. No offence to our small bean, but without proof what could they really go off? And seeing as I was walking proof I cross dress, they completely overlooked the secret, instead focusing on me.

It was more pleasant to hang out with these two instead of my old friends. They hit it off really well - we all did - and by the end of break we were planning to meet up at lunch. Luckily, I had lessons with both of them, but not both at the same time, so one lesson I was with Virgil, the next with Patton.

Over lunch, we met in the library, away from lingering gazes, laughing and joking, but now I wasn't making fun of people, we were just...sharing light hearted jokes, something funny for everyone. Especially the meaningless nicknames and insults me and Virgil fired back and forth at each other.

Once it reached the end of the day, this was going to be the last shock-factor of the day. I was able to sit close to the front, umbrella securely gripped in my left hand. I knew it was coming, and as soon as I heard the yell, I was up and on the stage, heart hammering with adrenaline and excitement times tenfold, in one swift movement I clicked open the umbrella and dragged Logan's body close to mind, tensing as the green paint splattered all around us, not on us. The crowd booed in disappointment, but I ignored them, flinging the paint covered umbrella into the crowd, which made everyone scream and run for their lives. Smiling down at Logan, he gazed around the paint surrounding us, finally meeting my gaze.

"I..." he adjusted his glasses, "thank you, Roman" he spoke up, clearing his throat. I grinned, shrugging. "Don't mention it, nerd, say...I think your ideas would really improve this shit hole" Logan looked hopeful, he tried to keep his voice level, but I could detect the excitement mixed with happiness in there.

"Really?"

I grinned, "really"

Again, he cleared his throat and murmured another thank you. "I have an idea" I spoke up, jumping over the paint with Logan in tow. "Why don't you join me and my friends tomorrow break? We can help with your plans" I offered, watching as his eyes lit up, but just barely, he was so desperately trying to hide how joyous he was because of this, and my heart felt like it would explode.

"That would be great, thank you, again"

"See you then!" I waved and headed home, pulling on the jacket as the cold air nipped at my bare skin. At home, I changed into my normal attire, cleaning up the house like I did yesterday. Putting away the last dish, the front door opened and in came my siblings, who looked shocked like they did yesterday Monday. My heart swelled.

Running over, I scooped up my little brother and hugged him tightly. "I love you, Jamie" I whispered into his ear, feeling his small arms grip at me tighter. "I love you too, Rome!" He giggled, leaning back. I smirked and began to tickle his sides, laughing as he shrieked and squirmed, my sister having to come in so he wouldn't fall.

"Why don't I read to you later?" I offer, making Jamie beam and hug me tighter again, yelling out a thank you before scurrying up the staircase.

"It's all clean!" We both laughed and sent each other smiles.

"So, what happened to you?" Skye questioned, and I shrugged meekly. "I've had a... very long Monday"

We talked until the front door opened and mother arrived home. We both took a twin each and rested them in the play area. Like yesterday, I guided mother to the couch, not before pulling her into a gentle hug. "Are you okay, Roman?" She asked, all concerned, which made me feel worse. Glancing at Skye, she seemed to read my mind and left the room to give us some alone time.

"I'm sorry" I said, sitting down with her. "I suppose I subconsciously followed my fathers ways. I didn't mean to be such a pain, but I vow from now on to be as kind and helpful as a Prince can be" I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, letting her nestle into my side for awhile.

"I'll go make dinner, you lie down-"

"Roman, there's no need" she tried to stand up, but I shook my head and guided her to lay down, wrapping a blanket around her tired body. "Rest, Mother, I'll sort everything out"

Like yesterday, me, Jaime and Skye made a wonderful dinner. I set up the baby seats at the table, one beside me, one beside Skye, as she agreed to feeding one of the twins, because it's not fair on them they have to wait so long. While serving up, Jaime helped mother to the table, and that's when father came in. I shot him a glare, completely avoiding his questions while I set the twins comfortably in their chairs.

"I can't eat-"

"Then eat somewhere else" I retorted without letting him finish, silence befalling across the table. "Taylor and Tyler are apart of this family, so they eat at the table" I felt like I was the adult telling off the child, for without another word he picked up his bowl and left. Good riddance, I thought with a smile, taking a seat next to Taylor who giggled and grabbed at my hair.

"I'll go talk to him" mother went to stand.

"No!" Jamie squeaked, grabbing her hand. "No...I don't want him here" he whispered lowly, we all shared gazes, and after our mother stared at Jamie's expression, she smiled and eased herself back down.

"Okay. So, how was your day?"

Dinner passed by smoother than any dinner has ever passed in our house. Taylor and Tyler ate their food without any fuss, they didn't even look "disgusting" as he put it.

Everyone helped to clean up while our mother relaxed on the couch with the twins cuddled up to her side. "Now, I think it's time for a bedtime story" I grin at Jamie who jumped up and down happily, running up the stairs to get ready for bed. "I'll make sure he doesn't break anything" Skye chuckled, following after him. I turn back to the dishes but Skye speaks up again.

"Roman?" I look over at her and she's smiling sweetly.

"I love you"

I grin. "I love you, too"

Before heading up stairs, I walk down the hallway to fathers office. Walking in without knocking, he looked up from the work at his desk, and I closed the door behind me. "I think you should leave for a few days" I voiced my opinion. His face hardened and he stood up, but I was set on keeping this civil - I was better than that.

"You have done nothing here to help any of us - especially Mom. I know, I was the same, but now I've changed..." I thought about the expressions I've seen over the past few days, realising I love the shock and happiness because I've become so used to seeing hurt and annoyance, I forgot what it felt like to make someone feel good.

"And I hope you do, too. Please, find somewhere else, please" I begged quietly, surprisingly without another word he collected a few things in a bag and drove off. I hope he comes back, and actually acts like a father this time.

"Where's-?"

"Don't worry" I quickly cut my mother off, smiling. "He'll be back in a few days" I reassured, taking the twins and helping her up the stairs. I let Skye set the twins to bed while I did the same to Mom, tucking the blanket up to her chin.

"I love you, mom" I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you too, Roman" we smiled at each other for a few moments before Jamie came scurrying into the room, jumping on the bed beside Mom, but being careful of her bump. Skye looked up from the twins crib, smiling at the sight.

"Why don't we all sleep in here tonight?" Mother suggested, making me and Skye laugh, but Jamie seemed to excited by the idea we agreed. Coming back five minutes later ready for bed, I laid next to Jaime while Skye laid on the other side of Mom. With Jamie holding up the book, I wrapped my arm around his body, and began to read.

Not too long later, everyone was asleep, comfortably leaning on each other. With a smile, I turned off the lights, checked on the twins, and cuddled back up next to Jaime. In his sleep, he cuddled back clinging onto both me and his mother.

While dozing off, I didn't think about the repeating says, all I thought about was the love I felt for all these people.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling amazing. Cracking open my eyes, I was met with Jamie's face, when he saw I was awake he giggled and nuzzled into my chest. "You're awake! Can I have pancakes? Please?" He begged, and I couldn't help but say yes.

Soon, Skye and mother was up too, everyone getting ready for the day ahead, but this time we all helped out, not just Skye and Mom.

With an apple in my hand, I phoned moms work to tell her she couldn't come in, and forced her to stay home. I knew she doesn't like not working, so I allowed the twins to stay home so she could care for them to keep her occupied.

"Bye, Mom" I called from the doorway. Clara looked up from her bump and smiled right back.

"Bye, sweetie"

I went into school that day happy it was finally Tuesday.

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I listened to a butt-load of Panic songs while writing this. Bare in mind it took me like five hours. Five hours of Panic.

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