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1 Screams
Most children are raised hearing the soft, gentle voices of their family around them. My life, and those like me in the past, was raised since a young age to become accustomed to screams. The soft voices of our friends and family was not welcomed unless it was in a terrified scream.
When children are taught to beware the night for the deadly things that may happen, I was taught to wander in the darkness every day. The full moon gave chills down every human's spine at the reminder of the werewolves, when I would dream to see at least one. For humans blood is a bad omen, in my view it is expected. How else would I be able to rule over a country where everyone is the same as I, if I looked at this through a human's eyes? I couldn't, no one could.
As far back as humans, creatures, monsters, and the like can remember the Trees have existed. Until seventeen years ago, neither of the worlds knew anything about the worlds beyond the Trees. And since then the ancient families that have survived are now considered royalty in their worlds.
My family is one of them.
I come from the Skellington Family of Halloween Town. I hope it is clear that I am a skeleton, and that I am the next member to rule over the world of Halloween. My family began centuries ago with the first witch who was said to start the holiday.
This witch was old and powerful, she tried to bring the skeleton that she found in the forest back to life. She succeeded. The skeleton came to life and was able to live as any normal human would. Well the skeleton fell in love, as any being does, and his heart broke when she died. He spent all day and night pleading with the old witch to revive her. Finally she gave in, with a cost.
If the skeleton man were to have any children with his new, dead bride then every descendant will be cursed with the power to scare the world. Nothing, living or dead, could remain calm around the offspring of the skeleton. This worried the two for some time before the first child was born, surprisingly, a skeleton. Though the woman was forever a corpse, a dead body was able to create and raise a child. The child grew and my family began. So yes, I was born a skeleton, and I was born dead.
Then began Halloween, when my ancestors taught other creations of the Witch how to scare the mortals. The spirits of those past would not be able to haunt were it not for my ancestors. And so when the world drew together to create Halloween Town and a royal family was to be named, my family was chosen.
My father is the Pumpkin King, and I am the Pumpkin Queen with my mother being the Pumpkin Lady. Yes, it is off balance, but that is how the original townsfolk decided to do it. When my father dies, or steps down, I will take his place over all things involving Halloween.
I am only seventeen at the moment, but since birth my father has been engraving the holiday in my mind. Yet the year before I was born, my father got mixed up in the holiday called Christmas.
Christmas is the exact opposite, or so it would seem, of Halloween. One would think that my father, being raised into darkness, would dread the light. Yet when he found Christmas Town he fell quickly in love. Let's say that things got out of hand and that Saint Nicholas, the king of Christmas Town, was not very happy with the Skellington family. Yet after that, every single holiday from the Holiday Trees met and knew the others customs and ways of life. Yet the royal children of each holiday were able to participate in the other festivals and parties, yet they were not to change their holiday in any way to relate to another's. And last year it was allowed for teenagers of the Holidays to exchange schools.
Including the Human World.
My friends and I decided it would be nice to live around the humans we scare, even if it was only for the school day. After school we are to return to our world, and never speak of our heritage to any humans.
Well that is my history, and my situation. My name is Jane Skellington, daughter of Jack and Sally Skellington. I am next in line to the Pumpkin throne and the Princess of Halloween. My closest friends are either dead, undead, or monsters. My family consists of mostly skeletons, rag dolls, and mad scientists.
I am tall and thin, my body made of skeleton bones and nothing more. My hair is long, reaching to my hips, and is of a dark red yarn. While in the human world I must always wear a symbol of my holiday, or identity, on my person at all times. If I fail to do so I will turn back into a skeleton in front of an entire student body.
Currently I am sitting on the windowsill of my tall, thin, and dark home in Halloween Town above the Pumpkin Patch. I hold my necklace in my hand and write in this journal for anyone to read. I don't care who finds this, I just want to get my feelings out.
One thing I want the world to know, I am not so much like my father as I seem. I have grown tired of the same old thing, yes. Alas, I have grown tired of everything in my life and afterlife…Including the sound of screams.
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