𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 — luggage out of the car placed it on the ground. The second you stepped out of the car, your mother sped away, not even waiting to say goodbye.

Turning towards the camp, with your heavy dress billowing behind you in the wind, you overlooked hundreds of kids, scattered across the grounds, almost all of them blond. Their freckled, happy faces and their bright eyes, shouting and yelling and running around.

Slowly, you picked up your heavy suitcase and trudged up to the campgrounds, your boots digging into the dry soil below you, the smell of fresh pine filling the air as you got closer, and the heavy wind blowing hair into your face.

"Hello there fellow camper! Welcome to Camp Chippewa!" an overly cheerful voice bellowed from behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw what must have been one of the camp counselors, which was, not surprisingly, also blond.

"My name's Becky, and I'll be one of your camp counselors this summer!" she chipped in her American accent, with her blond pigtails swishing around as she spoke, "Let's all have some great fun!"

Before you even had a chance to open your mouth, she flashed a toothy grin and walked away to go talk to some other campers.

Watching her hop away, you let out a sigh and began to pick up your suitcase

But before you could even grab it, you suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort wash over you. Like someone was watching your every move.

You cautiously turned around, making sure no monster was going to jump out you, and looking around to see who was watching you.

Sure enough, you met eyes with a ghostly pale girl, her black hair intensely contrasting against her powdery skin. Her dark, raven eyes matched her clothes, a simple jersey dress with a simple white collar, but compared to her terrifyingly stoic expression, it definitely wasn't the darkest thing about her.

She stared at you with dark eyes, almost like she was plotting your demise right there and then. Feeling a bit awkward, you stared right back into her soulless eyes, hoping that if you stared long enough she would stop.

But this girl didn't stop. She didn't even flinch. Instead, she continued staring back at you, with no sign of her stopping, with the same stoic expression etched onto her pale face. You couldn't catch even a glint of any other emotion in her eyes.

Mildly petrified, you turned away quickly and gathered your things as quickly as possible.

Shaking the thought of what just happened, your attention was caught by the two counselors, who were starting to speak.

As you got closer to them, you recognized one of the two people to be Becky, the counselor you just met, along with a man (who dare I say looked awfully similar).

"Welcome to America's foremost facility for privileged young adults! We're all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!" Becky exclaimed. "Cause that's what being privileged is all about!" Cheered the other, who must've been Gary, the other counselor.

Everyone began to clap, so you awkwardly joined in, trying to be polite. While doing so, in the corner of your eye, you spotted the same strange girl again, still with a very bored expression, but this time, she pulled out a bottle of what looked like poison and bought it to her lips.

You must've not realized how long you were staring, because soon enough, the mystery girl glanced your way, and caught your gaze for a split second.

She looked back at you with the same cold stare as before, but this time, you felt a small shiver travel down your spine, as you met eyes with her.

Quickly pulling away from the gaze, you tried to turn your attention back to the counselors, but it was hard to concentrate when you could still feel her eyes burning holes in the back of your head.

Soon enough, the counselor's little show was over, and kids rushed over to each other, hugging and patting each other's backs. They most likely knew each other from previous camps, and the utter joy of seeing one another again made the mystery girl curl her nose up in disgust, before taking another sip from her bottle.

You hitched up your skirts and briskly walked past the excited children, trying desperately to brush off the urge to go up the girl and ask her name.

"Curiosity killed the cat"

You felt the same uncomfortable sensation again, this time knowing exactly why.

Turning around, you met eyes with the mystery girl once again.

She didn't talk, wave or even smile. Just stared.

You twisted the corners of your lips up.

"Hello."

Nothing.

"I love your dress, black looks great on you."

"Thank you. It was my great grandmother's, she was buried in it."

Her voice was cold and monotone, no speck of emotion or interest, like an empty shell of a human.

You kept staring, mainly because you didn't really know what to say, but also because it gave you an excuse to keep inspecting her.

"Well, what's your name?"

You finally asked. If this girl was going to keep showing up, you might as well know her name.

"Wednesday."

"Wednesday Addams."

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