This story was inspired by what really happened, and how i spent my first of September, my month!
Dedicated to my parents, siblings, unborn kids, and unpurchased pets. I hope you enjoy it as the mystery of the first of September unravels.

CHAPTER 1
Remember remember, the first of September!
It was just like any other day when i woke up to grace the beauty of the dawn. I felt this residual pain in my shoulders, as sharp as Boxer's (Animal Farm character). Happy new month! I wishpered to myself as i got out of my warm and cozy bed, to start a new working week - Monday, first of September, two thousand and fourteen (2014, pardon my anxiety to rush over the qwerty keypad ).

The frenzy started at 7-30am, 'I have to get to work early because this is my month!', I wishpered as i made my way to the bathroom after normal morning greetings. Oops! Did i recall the fact that my intestines have had much to do during midnight that I was pressed? I 'chanced' mom to the toilet, for the master room toilet, and others had been occupied. I dipped my hand into the water-filled bucket before the toilet seat (never mind, it was a combo toilet) as i offloaded on .

Warmth! That was what i felt. Superb! I exclaimed. Finishing 'jacking' I shaply took my bath, listening to mum commenting about the toilet hijack. I came out of the bathroom completely 'frosh' (freshened up, and confident). This is a good way to start a day, isint it? Whatever - You thought so.
I made my way to my room to dress up. Had nothing in my tiny fashion partition of mind earlier, and thus, i decided to dress casual to work. Laptop, Check. CPU unit (for a repair in the office), check. Mobile, double check. Intact, i went for the car keys.

Should i go on?