Wednesday looked through her telescope at the bright yellow house. The bright colors and cheerfulness manner made her feel sick. But she wasn't focused on the enviorment, she was focused on a handsome man standing with his parents. She had been watching his every move like a hawk for the past three weeks. Her brother, Pugsley, played with some spiked weapons he had stolen from Wednesday's side of the room. When Wednesday heard her brother shout with pain and laugh, she turned immediately around.
"What are you doing! Mother said NOT to touch my stuff!" Wednesday scolded. After she had hung the weapon back on the rack she ran back to the telescope. The man was gone. She let out a frustrated sigh.
"What do you keep staring at?" Pugsley asked, waddling over to his sister.
"Nothing." The dark girl stated slightly annoyed as she hurried to her crossbow.
"Alright, are you going to play with you tools?"
"Yes, and don't even THINK of bothering me. Unless…" Wednesday trailed off, wondering what it would be like to ride in an ambulance. She smiled evilly. "LEt's go." She said grabbing Pugsley by his arm and pulling him. Matricia stepped into the room.
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere." Wednesday lied.
"You're not going to try to murder you brother JUST to get a ride in an ambulance are you?"
"Of course not!" Wednesday tried to pursuade.
"Wednesday!" Her mother announced raising her voice.
"Fine!" THe teen shouted as the let go of her brother with force and stormed out of the room. Matricia stood there stunned. Gomez walked in and stood next to his 'luscious wife'.
"What is it?" Gomez questioned in his Spanish accent.
"Wednesday is not normal." Matricia said walking to the other side of the room to a window facing the backyard with a worried expression.
"Pugsley, uh, go play with the crocodiles," GOmez said. Pugsley bounded out of the room and Gomez walked over to Matricia. He sighed before speaking. "She has not been the same for quite some time. But it is probably just a phase." Gpmez comforted as they watched Wednesday shooting a small objects. Rarely missing. Whenever she did miss she gave a frustrated grunt. Finally the couple left.