You were their youngest daughter but the middle child. Today was the weekend but also your schools open house and you woke up and got dressed in something (light color of your choice) and your hair tied into a high ponytail with strands loose in the front which wasn’t very Addams of you but oh well. You walked downstairs to the dining room and saw your parents and siblings.

“Hello my darling daughter, dreadful day.” Your mother, Morticia, says.