I HATE MONDAYS

I hate Mondays & the way they sneak up on you also because that was the day I died.You see all Sunday night I heard all of thes terrible shrieks and screams from next door.On Monday I decided to go and investagate.I knocked the professers door no answer well that was strange but the door was open I went inside and I saw a terrible sight! the professer was lieing on his face dead.The hairs on my neck stood up someone was watching me I turned around a huge Polar Bear was staring at me.The Polar Bear walked towards me,when I stepped back my hand felt something metal it was a gun but I couldn't bring myself to shoot the beautiful animal.When I decided to shoot it was to late the Polar Bear had got me and I was dead eventhough I am dead I am happy because if I did shoot the Polar Bear I would have had to pay the zoo loads of money