[ WP ] You are repeating your day Groundhog style , except every day one more person in the world joins the loop .

You wake up to the shrill beeps of your alarm clock. You dread this part of the day. It always takes you ages to get up - which, realistically, is about 20 minutes. Another day begins. 
 
 After forcing yourself to wake up, you do the normal routine. You get prepared and walk to the bus stop. 
 
 The bus stop looks like it always does. Standing there are your friends, Ben and Tim. They are once again on their phones, while consecutively arguing about the other's taste of music. It's just another day. 
 
 You arrive at school and quickly head to your math class. Waiting there are some more of your friends, but no words are exchanged. Everyone is tired. It's Monday, and everyone dreads the week to come. 
 
 You go through other classes, and finally go home. You're exhausted. You set an alarm, for just an hour - you drift off to sleep... 
 
 You wake up to the shrill beeps of your alarm clock. It's dark. You realize that the other alarm must not have worked, your phone must have died or something. You look towards where you placed the phone, and it's gone. Strange. You search around, until you find it where you'd usually place it, on your desk. 
 
 Either way, you dread this part of the day. It always takes you ages to get up - which, realistically, is about 20 minutes. Another day begins. 
 
 After forcing yourself to wake up, you do the normal routine. You get prepared and walk to the bus stop. 
 
 The bus stop looks like it always does. Standing there are your friends, Ben and Tim. They are once again on their phones, while consecutively arguing about the other's taste of music. It's just another day. 
 
 You arrive at school and quickly head to your math class. Waiting there are some more of your friends, but no words are exchanged. Everyone is tired. It's Tuesday -- - wait. You glance up to the whiteboard once again, and sure enough, it says Monday. Your math teacher, Mr. Clarke, is n't one to keep the board disorganized. It's always updated when you get there. 
 
 You walk over to Mr. Clarke to alert him of the board's inaccurate information. Mr. Clarke tells you to go back to your seat. It is Monday. 
 
 You're a little bit alerted now. You learn the same things you learned yesterday, in every class. You are very alerted. Nobody else seems startled by this. Everyone says the same thing they did yesterday at the lunch table, and you once again head home. 
 
 
 You sit in your room, pondering on what happened. Maybe you had a vision of today, in your dreams? Maybe something supernatural occurred. You're not this kind of person, but nothing else would explain this situation. There's no way you actually went through a day twice - right? 
 
 Every day, you start doing new things. You talk to different people, you try different things. Nothing you do matters. 
 
 You start doing things you would have otherwise been scared of doing - first you ask a girl out, then you steal things. You eventually steal and try to drive someone's car. 
 
 You died a few times, but you only wake up in the morning again. How many days has it been? You do n't remember anymore. 
 
 Today, you notice Ben and Tim talking about different things at the bus stop. Today they're arguing about which fast food restaurant they prefer. Is it finally a new day? You eagerly check your phone, but it's still Monday. Things are actually starting to get strange. It's not another day. 
 
 `` Hey,'' you say as you make your appearance at the bus stop. You wonder if someone will say something different. `` Hey, Chris,'' Ben says. You reply, `` Mondays are awful, are n't they?'' You attempt to have him say otherwise. 
 
 `` Monday? It's Tuesday.'' Ben attempts to contradict your statement. You know something's up. 
 
 `` It's not Tuesday, look at the date.'' 
 
 Ben looks at his calendar, and for a second, you see a slight look of discomfort on his face. 
 
 The bus pulls up, and you go to the closest empty seat. You do n't have any classes with Ben, so you have to talk to him tomorrow morning. 
 
 The next morning, Ben stands at the bus stop, with an increased, stronger look of discomfort. You pull him to the side, and say to him with a muffled voice, `` How is your third Monday going?'' 
 
 Ben looks back at you. He whispers back, `` How do you know?'' 
 
 `` Uh, it's a bit of a strange situation. Listen, uh, school is n't worth going to at this point. You know what I mean? Let's go to my house, I can explain it there.'' 
 
 You and Ben run off, Tim unaware of the situation, captivated by his phone. 
 
 You explain the situation to Ben, and your discoveries so far. You ca n't die, you ca n't escape, and it never seems to end. 
 
 Ben seems to understand, or at least slightly understand. You do n't know what to do now, but at least both of you are in the loop. 
 
 Ben asks, `` are there others?'' 
 
 `` Uh, I have n't seen any others. You're the first one who was off schedule, or at least who I've seen. It would make sense if there were others, though.'' 
 
 Ben nodded. 
 
 `` So what should we do now?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know. I've just been living this day, over and over. I wonder what's causing this,'' you reply. 
 
 `` Hmm.'' 
 
 `` Well, I guess we could try to put this to good use. Let's look on the news, or a blog, or something. Maybe there's reports of similar situations,'' you suggest. 
 
 `` It would n't be on the news. Who would report that? It just sounds like a mental illness.'' 
 
 `` We can still try to look around.'' 
 
 After some googling and looking through several pages, you found one person, posting on their blog. It's a simple statement, saying `` I've lived this day over and over. It never ends. I've posted this on here many times, but it has never stayed for longer than a day.'' 
 
 There are no comments. Must not be a popular blog. 
 
 You and Ben decide to add your own comment. You simply state, `` Me too. Email me at ChrisEPereira @ gmail.com.'' 
 
 After waiting for an hour or two and looking for other reports, you get an email. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

