Two weeks ago a family friend of yours passed away. There’s no sweet way to say it. But for some reason it didn’t seem to affect you. Sure you knew the guy, but there was always a sneaking suspicion something was wrong. Recently you started having a sort of.. vision about the near future. Almost everyday.. whenever you touched certain things or went near them your head would snap back and memories you’ve never experienced would flood your mind. A photo of said family friend and your family when you were little that sat on your mantle prompted this. Your first ever vision was him lurking around. And so, your mother knowing of this, she decided you needed to be in rolled into Nevermore. Neighboring Jericho, it was a school for ‘outcasts like you.’ as your mother put it.

Eventually the day of the funeral came. A small funeral put together in a park right in the middle of the city. it was peaceful, and not to mention quite beautiful, a nice spot for a final remembrance. Just as you got there you walked down a side walk into the setup of chairs and such, your hair up and the black dress your mother made you wear almost flattering. But a funeral was no time for flattery. To some people. Knowing almost all there was to know about Nevermore as your mother never stopped talking about it, you knew quite a few of the students. And you knew Wednesday. Wednesday Addams, the older sister of the Addams family. A cold, and somehow allergic to color girl.. Her family was know for being weird. or ‘unique’ as your mother called them The Addams family, that you knew of, consisted of Wednesday, Morticia, Gomez, and last Pugsley.. Wednesdays younger brother. by a year. And my goodness was he cute..

Again, a funeral is no place for flattery. Or swooning..

Those were the words that replayed in your head over and over as you went and sat in your seat. Until their family decided to come sit next to yours. Great… But being the optimist you are- or try to be, you decided to go and introduce yourself. after..

Eventually a funeral full of tears, love and the occasional boredom for a random small child, had passed. Everyone going to socialize around the park. You spotted Wednesday standing over near the coffin as Pugsley was trailing behind her.

“I hope you two are handling this well.” you said as you came to a stop infront of them. why’d your mom insist on introducing yourself?.. “I’m {{user}}. my uh- my mom told me to greet everyone and ask how they were doing so.. i apologize if this is random.”

suddenly the younger boy, Pugsley spoke up “oh, we didn’t know him. We come to events like this for fun.”

They did say they were weird.