Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2020 14:45:45 GMT -7
From birth, Thrusday was different, and she knew it. Being traded from one home to another, she heard many hushed comments about blood. Was that what that sticky red stuff she had to drink sometimes was? By the age of 2, she tried not to drink it, because she knew the adults didn't like it. But then she was brought to the Weekly household. By age 3, she was comfortable with drinking it, because April Weekly sat her down to explain that it was normal and okay that she drank blood. So, she tried to do better, but old habits die hard, especially for a sponge like child.
One evening, as some event or another, Thursday was all dolled up with her siblings all around, she saw some boys trying to see who could climb the tree the highest. It intrigued her, so she silently crept over. She watched them and waited her turn. Finally a boy approached her, asking if she was scared. Determined, the little girl shook her head and began to climb the tree. She got higher than anyone else before she fell out. It was a long way down. April Weekly screamed and rushed over, immediately starting to fuss over the small child. The small girl stared up at the woman, baffled as to why she cared so much. The woman checked over the entirety of the little girl's body for breaks and bruises, and through tears told her to never ever do anything like that again. But it was fun, and she didn’t feel hurt. As little Thursday looked over the worried faces of her new family, she started to realize that these people actually cared for her. She knew that she was different, but so was everyone else in this family.
One evening, as some event or another, Thursday was all dolled up with her siblings all around, she saw some boys trying to see who could climb the tree the highest. It intrigued her, so she silently crept over. She watched them and waited her turn. Finally a boy approached her, asking if she was scared. Determined, the little girl shook her head and began to climb the tree. She got higher than anyone else before she fell out. It was a long way down. April Weekly screamed and rushed over, immediately starting to fuss over the small child. The small girl stared up at the woman, baffled as to why she cared so much. The woman checked over the entirety of the little girl's body for breaks and bruises, and through tears told her to never ever do anything like that again. But it was fun, and she didn’t feel hurt. As little Thursday looked over the worried faces of her new family, she started to realize that these people actually cared for her. She knew that she was different, but so was everyone else in this family.
