*giggles with complete delight* Oh… my… God :) I'm so happy with the nomination *hugs Barefoot awards peoples* I love you guys! *awkward pause* Okay, anyways, I'm really happy that I've gotten some new readers, and don't forget, more reviews, more chapters…
Okay, I'm taking another time jump… *an unseen crowd groans loudly*… but don't worry, this will be the last major time jump for the next couple of chapters. It's Tuesday's first day at 1st Grade, and although she's proven herself to be extremely intelligent, can she face the older kids? Of course! She's a Rosenberg, remember? ;)
~*~9½ Months Later~*~
"M-Mommy…" Tuesday whimpered, cowering as she entered the rather colorful room, adorned with finger paintings of suns, royal blue blobs of sky, and smiling faces. "I'm s-scared." She stated honestly, gripping Willow's arm, convincing her mother that she wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. Children were seated at their tables, making little contraptions out of glue and Popsicle sticks that looked eerily similar to a demon the witch had recently faced. But this, for Tuesday at least, was far worse than any monster.
"It's hard letting them go again, isn't it Miss Rosenberg?" the teacher smiled a toothpaste commercial smile, that didn't seem to help brighten up the situation at all. "From what I've heard, you're daughter is quite intelligent, true?"
Willow nodded, "It's kind of genetic," she explained. "I was kind of the computer nerd in my high school."
"Mommy…" Tuesday insisted, tugging at the sweater Willow was wearing. "I gotta go to the bathroom," she said quickly. "Bad." She emphasized.
"It's over there, sweetie." The teacher said sincerely, pointing to a golden yellow door on their right. Tuesday nodded in acknowledgment, with a quick, "T-thank you." And scurried off.
Willow prepared her voice an octave quieter, "She's a bit shy… I mean, she is very eager. Tuesday always talks with—" She gave an uncomfortable pause. "Her cousins… but they're only a few weeks old… and her aunts and uncles… but, she doesn't really feel safe around anything… anyone," she corrected herself. "Else."
"It's okay," she made an effort to make her feel better, but it obviously wasn't working… and obviously wasn't needed. "I understand."
'No, you don't…' Willow thought instantly, not having the nerve to say it aloud.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I never formally introduced myself, silly me! I'm Sheila, Sheila Weatere." Her mother's name, Willow realized… Ms. Weatere held out her hand, and Willow reluctantly shook it.
~*~
"Okay, children, now it's recess time!" Ms. Weatere announced, and choir of cheers filled the room as the thirteen students filed quickly out of the cramped 1st Grade room out onto the playground.
As the scampered off, a rather large boy interrogated the frightened, sullen newcomer.
"So, you're Tuesday. That's a pretty… stupid name."
"I think it's a cool name." His friend interjected.
"Said the boy named… Tha… Thadilloinious…"
"It's Tad."
"Shut up… so you think you're pretty cool, huh?"
"No…" Tuesday whispered.
"Well, little girly." The large boy crooned, then grabbed hold of one Tuesday's pigtails.
"Let go of me!" she cried. "O-or I'll…"
"What? You can't do anything!" As he said those words, light poured from the girl's hands, pushing him away onto the ground.
"Oh… my God…" Ms. Weatere murmured, coming to their aid. "You," she added accusingly. "Come with me."
~*~
"Miss Rosenberg, your daughter is without a doubt the most unruly creature I've ever met. She injured my poor, innocent—" Willow rolled her eyes. "Jeremy. Your child is a monster."
'Witch is more like it.' Willow added mentally. "You saw what happened, Sheila. It was rather odd, you admit. Maybe it wasn't her. And besides, your son was pulling my daughter's pigtails and calling her stupid."
"How would you know?"
She had her there. "Let's just say I know a few of these kids as witnesses." She improvised for the sake of that horrid woman's sanity.
~*~
"Shayla, Asher, you two are so lucky that you don't have to go to that school for another five years."
Tuesday leaned against the crib slightly, observing the twins' simple reactions of creating spit bubbles. The two were little surprise packages for their parents, Xander and Anya. They were rather cute, only two weeks old and already showing signs of anti-normalcy; the female, whose full name was Halfrek Shayla Harris, was sprouting what appear to be a pair of small horns. Which, as Anya had explained, was completely normal for a young half-demon. Xander and Anya had decided to go with the name Halfrek, since it was the name of one of their dear and late vengeance demon friends. It was kind of a strange mouthful, so she was called by her middle name instead. She was slightly larger than her twin and had a messy smattering of dark hair and warm brown eyes.
Since the male didn't look like much of a Jenny, his name was Asher Taylor Harris. He had no indication of horns, unlike his sister, and had a blonde mantle of hair on his scalp. But they did share the same au natural eyes- the same to the last speckle of light brown.
Tuesday loved 'the twins'. They were cool, they listened to her (although they didn't exactly have a choice), and even though they were very yucky with the expulsion of wastes, they were cute.
"You see, maybe not all teachers are evil… but Ms. Weatere is, I'm sure… and Jeremy…" Asher burped loudly, and she paused, giving a very melodramatic sigh. "Well, you're probably right, Ash. They aren't demon evil, no offense to either of you two infants." She finished with a degree of importance in her voice.
Shayla lifted her tiny little arms up.
"Now, Halfrek…" Tuesday scolded. "Don't you raise your voice to me, young lady. It isn't polite."