June 2014"Ugh! I can't stand the Addams family. They think they're so special," Esther mentioned as she peeked through the blinds.
The nearly gray haired woman looked intently through the window to find her neighbors chatting on their own patio. Listening behind the older lycanthrope is her youngest child, Enid Sinclair.
Hearing her own mother talk badly about the Addams, she says, "They seem like very nice people."
Esther scoffed, "You don't know anything about them like I do. The entire family and their appalling bloodlines are criminals. Including their daughter and son. Which is why I forbid you from ever getting near them. I can't have you be influenced by a bunch of delinquents. Understood?"
She stepped away from the window facing next door where the Addams live. Esther fully turned around and looked down at her daughter who clutched onto a small unicorn plushie, waiting for a response.
"I understand," Enid muttered while hugging the stuffed animal tighter.
Ever since the Sinclairs moved to California towards the end of February of the year two-thousand fourteen, Esther was mainly the person who wasn't fond of her next door neighbors. It has been three weeks since she realized they are strange. She went as far as to make sure her daughter was not attending the same school as the Addams' children.
After months of living in San Francisco, Esther finds ways to complain about the family members. Anybody would agree in order to not upset her. After all, she's in control and has everyone wrapped around her finger.
"Good pup. Your father and brothers will be back from the park in two hours. I'm inviting company over so it's best you stay in your room or play out back right now," she recommended.
"Okay," the small werewolf quietly answered.
Esther whirled away from Enid as she went up the stairs to prepare herself for the evening. It wasn't long before the only daughter of the Sinclair family walked to a door leading to the backyard. With one arm wrapped around the plush, Enid used her empty hand to unlock and slide the door open.
Immediately, a small breeze hit the young girl's face with her hair flowing back as she stepped out. The blonde closed the door shut as she planned what activity to begin on her own. Her eyes wandered the huge yard to find a box filled with chalk. She decided to pick up the colorful marking sticks and carry them to the side of the house.
There, the surface is made of concrete to be able to draw what the youthful wolf desires. Enid set both her teddy bear and the box to unlatch the container. Grabbing a single chalk, the she-wolf started writing her name first. Then, she began drawing hearts and rainbows.
As her mind focused on the art she's creating, a voice was heard from the other side of the wooden fence. After Sinclair finished coloring in the hearts, the voice became audible to her ears.
"Sit, Nero."
Intrigued, Enid dropped the chalk and climbed the fence easily. Holding herself over the barrier, she caught a little girl around the same age as her in front of a scorpion. It's not the first time the child beast has seen the braided pigtail human.
Whenever she and her family leaves the house, she tends to get a glimpse of the mysterious goth who does arbitrary things. Enid found her to be weird, but she didn't mind it. Although Esther reminded her daughter constantly about the eerie family, she made a decision to break the rules and engage with the Addams' daughter.
"Uh, hi?"
Enid stared while the other girl looked up to find the bright minor glancing over the fence.
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Forgotten Love | Wenclair (HIATUS)
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