Greendale

A Strange New Personality

       "Zelda Spellman" the lady extends her hand.

The other sister. She was not preppy, she had no light. She dressed in layers of red silks and black velvet. She may have been middle aged but her apple like cheeks and delicate skin made her look younger.

She probably eats small children to savor her youth.

"Lydia" I half extend my hand as she goes in for a gentle shake.

She immediately loses interest and turns her back towards me to continue her talk about light fixtures that my mom fancies. As I try to trudge my way past the two woman, Zelda taps my arm.

"Oh dear, I'm afraid Sabrina is too busy with her studies this evening, but don't fret, I'll send her over first thing in the morning" her smiled seemed like a sham.

"Ok" I half roll my eyes before I fix my eyes on my moms nervous glare. Time for me to go.

As I finish cleaning myself up for dinner I hear a knock at my door.

"Your fathers home" my mom opens up the door.

"I liked Zelda, she's not as 'cheery' as her sister. More my pace"
"I think she was creepy" I huffed.
"She warmed up the more I spoke, I'm guessing they do not get out as much as the normal family"

I start humming the Addams family theme song.

"Oh stop it" my mother giggles as she throws one of my plush pillows at me. "Your fathers home, I made Meatloaf. Come down so we can cheer up your father, he seems kind of glum"

As my mom walks out of my lair, I can't help to wonder if the mine already stole my fathers innocence like the rest.

"Hi dad" I smile as I kiss his cheek.
"Hello" he half smiled as his wife shovels two helpings of the loaf onto his plate.

Not like him.

"How was-" he cuts me off
"How was your day Lyds" he forces a smile
"Oh" I look at my mother as she nervously stares at my confusion "it was great. I met a few friend".

He perks up.

"That's great! What's her name?"
"HIS name is-uh Harvey, Harvey Kinkle" my father drops his forkful of meatloaf onto the plate as I muttered his name.

"Kinkle? I don't know if that's wise Lydia" he spoke sternly.

This was new for me. He was never the strict one.

"Why not?" I tip toed.
"The Kinkle name hasn't been living up to its name today"
"He was very nice"
"Yeah? So was his father during the interviews last month" he scoffed.
"I don't want you to be hanging around the Kinkle boy, you understand?" He looked directly in my eyes for reassurance.
"Yes sir" I half smiled before picking up my fork.

The conversation at dinner was dead. Only silence.

As I sat upstairs at my desk my mind wandered in many directions. Cerberus book store, Spellman's, Kinkle, my dads new attitude and the boy I say as I drove past in town, all very strange.

I was starting to dread my new life in Greendale.