A/N: I wanted to do a first time story so I thought about the scene in the first Addams family movie when Wednesday hides in the crypt from whom she thinks is her uncle Fester. I did a take on that but a year earlier. It kind of tells about what Wednesday does on her typical perfect day. Remember, this is my first story and I will write more depending on the reviews. There will be more chapters for this specific story. Please enjoy and reviews are greatly appreciated.
Outside the Addams house, the rain fell, the thunder roared, and the lightening streaked across the sky. The day was a day every Addams dreamed of.
Thirteen year old Wednesday Addams was up in her room, staring out a window dripping with rain. Her face was solemn as it always was, with her pale face and pitch black hair like her mother's that was always set in shoulder length braids. She rarely ever smiled or laughed; unless it was at the expense of someone else, which was always fun.
Wednesday looked out into the family's backyard graveyard, littered with headstones and flooded with muddy water. The rain splashed down on to the large, cement crypt in the middle of the cemetery. The ornate carvings on its threshold dripped with rain as a long lightning bolt split the cloudy sky and a loud clap of thunder followed behind. Wednesday got up from her red velvet cushioned window seat and smoothed her navy blue button up dress. She walked across her dimly lit room to her old vanity with a cracked mirror and fixed the white lace collar of her dress. Then Wednesday turned to her queen bed and picked up her favorite headless doll that she called Marie Antoinette. Wednesday held the doll by its left arm as it hung limply at her side. She then walked to her paint chipped door, pulled it open with a loud squeak, and walked out on to the creaky landing of the winding staircase.
As she looked down the stairs, she heard a creaking sound behind her. Wednesday turned sharply and glared at her younger brother.
"What are you doing Wednesday?" Pugsely inquired. He was wearing his favorite black and white striped shirt with a pair of thigh length shorts. Wednesday thought he looked childish in what he considered 'clothing' but she held her tongue and accepted it because it was good enough for the ten year old boy he was.
"I'm going outside," she answered nonspecifically. Pugsely always wanted to be with her no matter what she was doing. On some days that was just what she wanted; someone to torture. Today she just wanted to be alone.
"Are you going to go play in the graveyard?" Pugsely asked, getting ready to offer to join her.
"Maybe," Wednesday said solemnly. "You can't come, Pugsely. I want to be alone," she informed him, turning to go down the stairs. The first stair creaked under the pressure of Wednesday's high heeled white and black Victorian boot.
"I wasn't going to ask that," Pugsely denied.
"Pugsely," Wednesday began, turning to her brother with a mysterious look in her eyes that would make any normal person cringe. "Trust me, I know what you were going to ask and I wouldn't have mentioned that if that wasn't it." Wednesday shot back smartly as she made her way down the staircase; each step creaking in a different tone as she made her way down towards the next floor.