The Evil Family

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Everyone called me Wednesday. This was because I reminded them of that girl from the Addams family. I do not think this was true. I had the same dark pigtails as her but did not wear black colours and believed in doom and dark things. My real name was Lilith. I found out that my name meant "belonging to the night" and was the feminine form of a word meaning "demon". This always made me smile. I was just an ordinary 11-year-old girl that never wanted to hurt anyone or cause any trouble. I was the only child of my parents. They were parents that loved me and wanted the best for me. Considering that other children live in poverty, are abused, sick, or have parents who do not want them, I was very lucky.

When I was 11, we once again moved. We moved quite often. It seems as if my family were never accepted and the only answer was that we had to move to a new place. This was hard for me. It meant that I always had to start at a new school and had to try to make new friends every time. At times, this seemed as if it was a waste of time. I met someone new and was becoming friends with them, we moved on to another town. This town would be no different and how long would we stay here?

This was not even a town. It was a village. Less than 1.000 people lived in it. It had a small school. A shop, a pub and a small Catholic Church. It was like walking in one of those museums that had an old village. It did seem like a nice place. It was a beautiful town and my Dad said that it was a place where everyone knew each other. It would be a good place for me to grow up. I would have many friends and we could live a simple and quiet life. I just smiled at my Dad while I was thinking that he said that every place we moved.

"So are we going to stay here?" I asked
"Yes, we will" Dad replied, "Our house was cheap. I have a long commute to work, but it's worth the privacy that we will have here. We can finally be a happy family and not be persecuted for our beliefs. You can finally have friends and have the fun you deserve as a child?"

Mom added, "This is a place where everyone knows each other. It is a town where everyone is Catholic. They may not like others that are different or have a different beliefs. This means that we have to keep a low profile. It means that they have to think that we are also Catholic. Lilith, this means you have to be careful what you say and do. Try to fit and let them think that you are one of them. Keep a low profile and have friends that you trust."

This was a big responsibility for an 11-year-old. It meant that I had to hide a large part of my life. It meant pretending that I was someone that I in reality was not. It meant white lies and being a good actress. The thing was that I was used to this. I knew that if people found out that my family were not devout Catholics, we would be chased away from the town and have to try again to find a place that would accept us.

It was time to go to my new school. The uniform was a dark shade of blue with a blouse and a long skirt. A long cross was hanging around my neck. I hope the cross didn't burn me. It was strange that I was going to a Catholic School. The headmaster was an old priest. The school looked very old. They even had those double wooden desks where two could sit together. I sat next to a boy. His name was Ethan. He asked me a lot of questions like where I lived before, how we came here, and what I liked doing. I just gave vague answers. I was sure that he was trying to be friendly and nice. The warning from my mother to keep a low profile. There is also the fact that every time I answered a question, then he had 3 more ready.

When I came home, Mom and Dad pounded me with questions. Was I bullied? Were the others afraid of me? Were the priests strange? I told them that the school was very old and there were not many there. The children and teachers were nice. The only thing that was strange was wearing the cross necklace. It made me feel like a hypocrite. It was as if I was pretending to be someone that was that I was not. Mom just hugged me and told me that it did not make a difference what I wore. What matters was what was in my heart. I tried to understand what Mom was saying. I wanted to make good friends. Experience told me that they would never like me if they knew everything about me. It made me worry a lot if I would make friends here or if people would hate me and be afraid of me as they did in previous schools.