I was going about my day, with my cross bow hunting rabbits in the woods near my family manor in New Jersey. I was up in the trees, my black dress doing little to prohibit my movements as I went branch to branch. That’s when I heard a footstep much heavier than a rabbit.

It was a girl, nine at most, about my age. She was just going through the woods without a care in the world, before she heard something behind her. Rationally, she spun around just for her body to get pressed back onto a tree with an arrow that just missed her jugular and pinned her shirt to the bark. The cause of it was me, of course, in all black and my black hair in braids which were nooses.

Little did she know, I was Wednesday Addams, and the two of us were about to become friends up until our high school years at Nevermore academy.