I Pretend I’m Wednesday Addams on the Weekends
Cosplay’s got nothing on me.
High school’s for losers, we all know that. I just happened to learn it early enough that I was going to be dangerous outside the walls of my public learning institution. I had the collection of knives to prove it.
Monday through Friday, I played the good girl in the classroom. I got straight A’s, managed the after-school literature club, and helped edit the school newspaper to boot. My college admissions applications would be filled with all the accolades I’d earned, and then I’d be well on my way to earning a high enough income that I would be a rich cat lady if I chose that path — or I could save up and own my own island someday. The sky was the limit.
But Saturday and Sunday? They were mine. I would don a long-haired black wig I’d bought online, take eyeliner and mascara heavily to my eyes, and bruise the skin under my eyes with eyeshadow so that I’d look like I hadn’t slept in a week. Then I would smile at my handiwork in the mirror and nod to myself, gleeful in a way I didn’t show while I was at school. No, that girl was a fraud.
That girl in the mirror, though? The Wednesday Addams wannabe? That was me through and through.
I’d sneak out through the back door, careful so my parents didn’t hear me sneaking out…
