The Addams Family

"I can't believe our little girl's finally eighteen", said a squat man in a pink pinstripe suit .He had black hair parted in the middle by heavy dense gel. His black eyes were twinkling in delight. His name was Gomez Addams and he was surrounded by his family. His mother, his wife, his cousin, his children, his butler and this was as you can guess the birthday party of his first daughter.

This little girl in question was called Wednesday and had the kind of beauty that made you stop and stare, in shock, amazement and then fear. She had black hair same as her father, same as her mother. Her hair cascaded like an inky waterfall to her waist. It was gently ruffled by the draft that stalked 0001 Cemetery Road. She had compelling almond shaped brown eyes, half lidded as if closed with passion and full red rosebud lips. She wore an olive green corset –styled dress that stopped just short of her knees, it complimented her voluptuous hourglass figure, yes, puberty had hit early for Wednesday was tall and even amongst her family, she cut a commanding figure. Everyone in high school was afraid of Wednesday Addams.

"Oh", sighed a little old lady standing next to the birthday girl. Her hair was white .it stood on her head wildly as if she had just stuck her hand in an electric socket. She wore a tattered pink dress with a white shawl draped carelessly around her shoulders. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes like her son. She cradled a crystal ball in her hands and on time could be seen peering into it and humming.

"I know darling" said another lady, she gazed lovingly at her daughter. Morticia was tall and had black shoulder length hair. She wore a tight fitting black shiny dress that tapered down to the floor, when she moved she moved with elegance and grace that seemed almost eerie, unnatural, and as unnatural as the deathly paleness of her face.

"Make a wish Wednes!" cried her brother who was as squat as his father but had blonde untidy hair. He had planted a bomb in the cake and knew that the further he taunted his sister the longer it would take her to blow out the candle. Pugsley did this not out of malice but out of a genuine care for his sister.

"C'mon Honey make a wish", said Morticia, urging her .She was eager to move to the feasting and the dancing. Looking around, she noticed in a moment of clarity that none of Wednesday's friends were present. Did they not like to visit the house or did Wednesday not invite them? Morticia had a sneaky suspicion that Wednesday probably didn't have any friends. Wednesday had always been a loner; she did tend to come across a bit intense.

Morticia sighed; she wished that she could protect her children forever. She sighed again.

Later on she would tell her husband about it but he would just laugh at her fears. Gomez had a policy to live and let live. And sometimes Morticia envied him.

"Hello, look whose back!" yelled a familiar voice.

"Uncle Fester! You came!" shrieked Wednesday, referring to the fat jolly man dressed in a brown friar cloak. He had merry beady eyes and was carrying a big package. The sound of snapping came faintly from the package. Wednesday hugged him and accepted the present. Eagerly she opened it to find a snap-baby alligator, its purple skin glowing faintly under the light of the crystal-rock chandelier.

Finally much to the relief of her mother and disappointment of her brother Wednesday blew her candles; all eighteen of them perched precariously atop the Almond berry cake baked lovingly by their butler Lurch.

Next Day

Wednesday suddenly opened her eyes .She was late. The revelation hit her like a freight train. She quickly donned a khaki skirt and a green ruffled shirt, and then carefully added makeup. She didn't even stop to say hi to her parents before dashing off into her green sedan .Lurch got there just in time to watch the dust from her tires settle; she had forgotten her lunch money. Silly girl, thought Lurch, a giant who harboured an intense love and care for the Addams.

Wednesday got Hills High School some thirty minutes after being held up in traffic, just in time for Principal Tent to go for his early toilet break.

Sugar, she thought as she locked up her car. She wasn't a fan of Principal Tent; she always thought he reminded her of her mother's price daffilions-all roar and no bite.

"Ms. Addams, why are you so late?" he asked drawing himself to his full height of 5 feet 4 inches. He was a little intimidated by this student because she always seemed so calm and controlled in contrast to his constant fluttering and sweaty hands. He was to an extent envious of her steadiness.

"Sorry", she said breezily and started walking in the direction of the school hall. He feel a bit scared but finally mustered up courage to say," Detention! please Ms Addams.", and walked off feeling rather proud of himself.

Wednesday just stared at him; she had never had a detention before. It took her a little while to get momentum before she walked off as daintily as any 5feet 8 person could do in her two-inch yellow pumps to the would later scare her calculus teacher by easing silently in to his class.

The day sped faster than she expected and the time for the detention finally arrived. She made her way to the Detention Centre after school, adjusting her gloss before going in. If she was going to suffer, she was going to suffer looking good.

She entered the blue detention room labelled A, it was full. And so she went from A to Z without finding a proper place to spend her detention. Finally a teacher, the one in charge of detention that day, Ms Ruthie, spotted her going gave her a exasperated sigh and directed her to the SCC-special correction centre –usually reserved for the was currently almost empty. Wednesday smiled a chilly smile and slumped over to the "special" room.

Inside this room was a lone boy. He was tall and had thick long blonde hair. He was sprawled on two chairs looking like he didn't have care in the world. He didn't look up when she entered but continued to hum softly to himself. He was dressed in a white shirt and black combat pants. His hair was golden blonde and fell to almost his shoulders .Wednesday couldn't recall ever seeing him before.

She brought out a book that she had been meaning to finish for a long time.

"Jackson ", He said in her direction. She arched an eyebrow at his rudeness but she chose to keep quiet. He looked up at her and cleared his throat.

She looked up and was transfixed by his face. He had stormy grey eyes that were captivating, a mouth made for lover and passion and a strong took the usual unflappable Wednesday Addams to stop staring and start was that gorgeous.

She cleared her throat and let out a sullen- "Wednesday".

"The Wednesday?" he asked, getting up and swaggering up to her side of the small room as if he owned the place.

"Yes, "she said "The one and only" giving a sarcastic smile. She made no secret of it, she knew what people said behind her back and she really didn't care.

"You're a lot prettier in person", he said, stopping right in front of her. He smiled charmingly at her and sat right next to her.

"Am I. Am I really," she asked, smiling faintly then returning to her book. She was used to guys telling her how pretty she looked; they were only after her ultimate humiliation.

"Honestly, I mean it.", he said moving closer.

And then before Wednesday could open her mouth to deliver a stinging retort that would have definitely stayed with him for a while ,Ms Long came in.

"Wednesday, your time's up", she said, from above her nose. She had never liked the Addams family and shared the sentiment most of the staff expressed about Wednesday and her brother Pugsley.

Wednesday calmly shut the book she hadn't been able to read, tucked it in her bag, got up and then walked towards the doorways.

"See you later babes." said the strange and annoying boy .She halted, turned on her heel to give him an evil glare and then continued her journey to the door.

She didn't even wait for the proper dismissal from Ms Long before she walked slickly a bit like her mother to her sedan.

Minutes later saw her speeding down the highway, all thoughts of the strange boy gone.

"Hone, two, three! Oh Cara mia", Gomez said as his wife zestfully managed to shut the iron maiden." Alone at last", he said, this voice muted from within the maiden.

"Hey, watch this", uncle Fester was saying to Pugsley when Wednesday arrived at home.

"Why so late darling?" asked her granny, looking up from the boiling caldron of pink liquid. She was trying to find an anti-ageing cream. She just won't accept that it couldn't be done

"Detention", she said morosely and went to sit on the sofa. She barely missed Thing, a bodiless hand, it shot her a deadly glare as best as it could without eyes .She was about to kill her father's bestfriend, she thought chuckling to herself.

"Detention, it fun? Now come dearie , come put in this octopus in for me", Granny, why would an octopus would help to fight age, Wednesday dropped her green bag on the battered couch and went to help her granny in an impossible feat.