There were many things that I hated, like laughter and people. I didn't believe in happiness I believed in the aftermath of the happily ever after. I did not fear anything but myself at times. But there was nothing I hated more than change. I liked my life the way it was and the gory mansion was the only home I had ever known. I have always been quite strange but then again I am an Addams. The world can't keep up with me and I have no patience or remorse for it. No one truly understands me not even my family who is just as odd as me. People like me that are aware of how messed up the world is and the people in it are destined to suffer. I mean once you've figured out that people are just as evil as the monsters that live under our beds and that fairy tales aren't real, the real life is just this dull meaningless labyrinth you're stuck in until you die. My parents know I am the most complicated one of my siblings. I am too smart for bullshit and I get straight down to business. My parents called me into my father's studio after dinner. They were very secretive at the dinner table and I immediately sensed something was up. My father smiled at me before he spoke but it quickly diminished as he noticed the irritancy in my eyes.

"Wednesday, my dear we are moving," my father said looking at me as he smoothed his mustache.

I stood silent, this all had to be some kind of sick joke. I was quite aware my family enjoys playing sick twisted jokes on each other but they were taking it much too far.

My mother spoke this time. "We are moving to Seattle," she said giving me her tender yet wicked smile which I always found comforting.

I still did not speak I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I have lived here all my life and I could not imagine living anywhere else. I looked at them skeptical and with disgust, I still was not sure if it was a joke or real life.

"I got a great deal on an old abandoned mansion there, it is said to be haunted and everything is Victorian just how you like it," father said waiting for an answer and frowned when I just blinked at him expressionless.

"Your father invested on some good stocks there and I believe you children will like it there," mother said eyeing me curiously.

I finally spoke with so much irritancy and anger boiling up inside of me. I couldn't believe they were doing this to me. If they wanted to punish me for all of my misdemeanors this was certainly not the appropriate way. Moving me away from this house would result in anarchy. "Splendid indeed parents, well I want a pet lion and you two want to move across the country but unfortunately we don't always get what we want," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned on the black satin couch.

"Wednesday..." Father began to say but I completely cut him off.

"This is our home I grew up here, you cannot just move my siblings and I just because you invested in some damn stocks." I was furious.

"It has already been decided Wednesday please be cooperative," mother said walking over to me trying to calm me down. She gently touched my shoulders but I shrugged her off.

"I do not care I'm not moving!" I yelled standing up.

My parents both looked at each other and smiled. And I better than anyone knew a smile was never anything good in this family.

Pugsley and I began to pack our bags. It was our last night at home and for the very first time in my life I felt nostalgic. I hated that there was nothing I could do about it, I couldn't run away or convince my parents. I felt hopeless and it enraged me that I felt this way because it wasn't me. I always got my way, if there wasn't a way I'd find one. This time, however I knew there was really nothing I could do. Pugsley on the other hand was all smiles and did not seem upset at all. I heard Lurch knock on the door and he began to help us with our bags. I could see in his eyes that he was just as sad as I. Sadness, a feeling unknown to me but it was all I felt. Lurched patted me on the shoulder when he left trying to reassure me that everything was going to be okay.

"It'll be okay Wednesday," Pugsley said as he folded clothes.

"No it won't," I said depressed.

"This is isn't the worst thing in the world, we are expanding our horizons."

"Aren't you going to miss this place? We grew up here; all of our memories are here."

"Of course I will miss this place but life goes on and things change and you have to learn to accept that. Shit happens Wednesday."

I sighed knowing he was right but I didn't want to accept it. I had a devious plan up my sleeve. While grandmamma made dinner I sneaked in the kitchen and poisoned the food. Not enough to kill them but enough to make them very sick. It was my most conniving plan yet, we couldn't move if everyone was in the verge of death. Pubert came running into the kitchen and took one of grand mama's brownies and stuffed the whole thing in his mouth.

"Now Pubert chew before you swallow," I said warning him.

He stuck his tongue at me and ran away.

"You shall be the first," I said to myself as I snickered and entered the dining room.

To my dismay everyone was fine. Grandmamma found the food a little too spicy but that was probably the venom eating away her taste buds. As I looked around the long wooden antique table no one had dropped dead yet. I cursed them all and myself in silence. Pubert ate his food in what seemed like three seconds and patiently awaited dessert. They all actually like the taste of the poison; I rolled my eyes at them and did not finish my meal. Thing entered the dining room with dessert and urged me to taste some. I knew the poison won't even give me much but a stomach ache but my blood was boiling and I was about to burst. I decided to stand up from my chair furious and everyone looked up at me.

"I poisoned your food, you should all be dying!" I yelled with my eyes closed.

"Oh Wednesday you must have used the wrong potion again, the green one is the only one that can make us severely sick," mother said as she took another bite of her meal and smiled in content.

Everyone continued to eat in silence, ignoring my declaration. I remained standing up looking at them with disgust.

"Wednesday sit down and finish your meal, it is rather good, I'm sorry things didn't turn out how you planned my dear but trying to kill your family is a bit dramatic don't you think Morticia?" My father asks looking at mother with lustful eyes.

"Indeed, she just wants attention Gomez."

"I do not want attention, I want to stay here and you cannot make me go!"

"We shall see about that," mother said grinning.

I sat on the private plane uncle Fester sent for us tied up and with tape on my mouth. I realized this is all Uncle Fester's fault uncovering that he is the one who found the house and convinced father to invest in the stocks. Uncle Fester was living in Washington he had found the love of his life there. I sat there and did not move nor give them the satisfaction that they had indeed won. My parents knew I would try to fix the plane and have it spiraling out of control heading straight to our doom. I had to hand it to them they were one step ahead. Thing sat by my side and cuddled against me, he knew I hated that but just for this once I let him. I guess he knew in some strange way I needed that. As I looked out the window I knew we were far away from home. I closed my eyes tormented by the sudden drastic change of my life.

The mansion was enormous and it definitely looked haunted. It was quite grim and mysterious; father said it was built in the late 1800's. The interior smelled of rot and decay and I smiled quite satisfied. The walls were painted a dark grey and a large chandelier hung from the ceiling in the entrance. The staircase was long and steep and all the rooms were wide and dark. The style and feel of the house was very gothic and Victorian. The house was a lot nicer than I originally thought it would be. I already felt strangely at home but guilt washed that feeling away. My parents at least let me pick my room before my brother's trying to make me feel better. I wanted the master bedroom but they wouldn't budge. I ultimately decided to pick the second biggest room that had a balcony. It reminded me of the one in that mediocre play Romeo and Juliet. The room was spacious and had a cold desolate vibe that I found to my liking.

I accommodated my room to my liking, dark and depressing with a hint of malice. I placed Marie Antoinette on the shelf and wondered whatever did Pugsley do to her head. Maybe I would do to him what he did to my precious doll, I snickered at the thought. I resigned to the thought and figure he burned it or ate it. I placed my spiders on my desk and played with them for a while, trying to make them feel comfortable in their new home. Homer the leader and my favorite of the bunch stayed isolated to the side, he was so much like me in so many ways. I placed the picture of my Great Aunt Calpurnia Addams on the wall; she was everything I wanted to be in life. She was burned in 1706 because she was a witch and it is said she did not scream nor show any sign of pain. How I wished I could have known her and it reminded me that I had to practice my spells with grandmamma.

I re braided my long black hair; I always wore my hair in a classic French braid. My hair was tail bone length and silky smooth. I had dark circles around my eyes do to not sleeping the night before. It made me look bit frightening with my porcelain skin and big dark brown eyes with a hint of grey. I sighed and changed into my night gown dreading that there was school tomorrow. Why couldn't I just be home schooled, I would finish much quicker. Instead I have to go along the same pace as these god forsaken ignorant teenagers. I wanted to disappear into a world that didn't expect or need anything of me. A world where it rained more often and many of the things that didn't exist actually did. I played The Cure on my phone and placed it under my pillow, falling into a restless slumber.

That morning Lurch woke me up bright and early. I squinted my eyes to the brightness coming from my window. Lurch immediately closed the shades realizing my discomfort. He set out my clothes for me while I showered. A black satin dress and my combat boots was my signature look. I never wear nor own makeup I find it utterly useless. I never try to attract or impress anyone because all the boys my age are ignorant and immature. I kept romance out of my life it held no use to me and love was overrated. It was bad enough I had to live in a world filled with complete oblivious idiots. I braided my hair and slipped my boots on as I saw Pubert run past my bedroom. Nothing ever bothered nor uncomforted him. He was a devious little thing and knowing him he was probably exploring the house. As I got to the living room breakfast was served. My father was reading the newspaper and my mother was trying to find Pubert who was probably looking for trouble. Thing tried to lighten up my mood and urged me to eat but I just drank some Orange juice. I wanted to hide away in my room forever with my dolls and spiders.

"Ready Wednesday?" Pugsley asked nudging my shoulder.

I gave him my withering stare letting him know not to touch or talk to me. He simply rolled his eyes and finished his breakfast.

"The bus is here," mother said as she finally got a hold of Pubert who had a dead rat in his hands and quickly stuffed it in his pocket.

"Here are your lunches," Grandmamma said as she handed each one of us a brown paper bag.

"Have a great first day at school children," father said as he walked us out.

We hopped on the bus and I saw them as they waved goodbye.

Pugsley and I sat next to each other and I could feel the other people on the bus staring at us. Pubert got on another bus since he was still in middle school. Pugsley and I were in High School. A few girls stared especially at Pugsley. When he'd look at them they'd turn their heads and giggle like idiots. I know they found my brother attractive; he was what you'd say hot. Puberty has done Pugsley miracles. He lost a ton of weight and was now 6"2. He had the same blonde hair and devious smile but he had changed. His voice became deeper and he was into girls which I found disgusting.

"Don't flatter yourself." I told him looking out the window.

"I have every reason in the world to flatter myself Wednesday, and you should too."

I scowled at him and he grinned at me.

"I see the way boys look at you sometimes but you're so dark and depressing you scare them away."

I turned to him to say something but he was now sitting with the girls in the back. I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the road. I need a fucking car. We all got off the bus and Pugsley said goodbye to the girls but promising he will meet them for lunch later. He stood next to me knowing very well I needed him with me, but also knowing I would never admit it.

"It's only High School Wednesday," he said looking at the school.

"It's only the next two years of my life."

"You'll be alright, and if anything you can just scare everyone to death."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He chuckled.

A blank vintage Cadillac rode into the parking lot and I was in awe of the car. It was the car of my dreams. It was an all black 1969 Cadillac convertible. I stopped and stared like an idiot and a tall guy stepped out of the car. He had short light brown hair and was about Pugsley's height, maybe even taller. He was muscular and wore combat boots and dark jeans with a gray fitted buttoned down shirt that rolled up to his elbows. Pugsley looked at me confused but soon enough noticed the car and was also transfixed by it. The guy closed the door behind him and locked the doors as he waved and pounded a few other people. He seemed quite popular. He must have caught me staring because we locked eyes for a moment and I noticed his eyes were the color gray. There was a mystery behind them that I couldn't exactly explain. His full lips were a rosy shade of pink and he had an exquisite jaw line. I quickly looked away and recollected myself wondering why I stared in the first place.

Boys held no sort of interest in me and that wasn't going to change. I began to walk into the building, Pugsley beside me looking at me curiously. The boy followed close behind and I felt his eyes burning into my back. I felt this strange pull towards him and his scent was oddly familiar. I stopped once I found my locker and saw the boy walk past me and Pugsley. He turned his head as we locked eyes again; his eyes were as broody as my heart.