Talia HL

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            “Uncle Fester!” Wednesday slams open the musty motel door. “we need to leave, now!”
            
            “Really? Unless there are zombies awakening like an apocalypse, I don’t see why it’s that urgent.”
            
            “I found Ophelia.”
            
            “Nevermind let’s go! Go start the dalmatian buggy, I’ll join you outside!”
            
            Running like the wind with her uncle close on her heels, Wednesday revved up the bike-buggy and sat in the passenger seat. Uncle Fester quickly joined her and sped off.
            
            “Where to?!” he yelled over the wind rushing past.
            
            She hesitated, a pause that said wonders, “Grandmama, she’s with Grandmama.”

            It had been days since they left, the cold feeling of loneliness settling like a warm blanket. Yet even with the comfort of independence, a small sliver of Wednesday’s heart ached for some sort of connection — or maybe attention. 
            
            She shook those thoughts out of her head. She was Wednesday Addams, she needed nobody but herself. Taking Ophelia’s book out of her satchel, she cracked it open to the page of mad scribbles and a mad woman. Examining the worn page a sentence in Greek stood out: Το αίμα είναι πιο πηχτό από το νερό, αλλά η μοίρα θα σφραγίσει τους κολασμένους, γιατί η οικογένεια θα σε κλειδώσει πίσω από μια κλειστή πόρτα χτυπώντας δυνατά.
            
            “Blood is thicker than water, but fate will seal the damned, for family will lock you behind a closed door slammed,” Wednesday murmered, a million thoughts swirling inside her head. “Did Ophelia predict being captured…by her family? But…the Addams are her family….no….she hates Addams. The only person she considers family is—”
            
            A thought struck her head as forcefully as a brass hammer.
            
            “Grandmama,”
            
            ——
            
            “Kira! Wait up!” Tyler shouts, transforming back into his human form. He stumbles forward to the beast that slowly changed back as well. 
            
            “Oh Tyler, you listened,” Kira says softly. “I have something to show you. She leads them past the dense overgrowth into a still dark clearing. There, around 15 other kids stood; pale, bruised, broken, but definitely recognizable. People who were cast away for not fitting in with the misfits.
            
            People like him.
            
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That’s really awful! I’m so sorry love! Will be praying for you!!!

Anyway good night! It’s midnight over here and I’m gonna be so sleep deprived when I have to get up in 6 hours for skiing 

It’s ok, you get better with time and suggestions from nice authors like yourself!

I’m terrible at Christmas one shots

@TALan9957 oh no!

Damnit Wattpad deleted itttttt. Whyyyyyy it was already 500 words longggg.  I’ll have to restart

@TALan9957 kk, can't wait to read it!

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