It was an unusually quiet morning in the Curtis Residence. Because their parents were still on a trip, Wednesday decided to wake up early to cook breakfast for Avery and the twins. The sun was not yet in sight when she gazed outside the window.
She stepped out of the bathroom after washing her face and marched towards the direction of the kitchen. Her brows furrowed upon hearing creaking sounds. The pace of her footsteps became slower, she grabbed the broom resting beside the TV table as she approached closer.
Her hands were about to swat whatever or whoever stood across the dining table but it was halted by a scream joining hers. As her eyelids fluttered open, the devastated face of Avery welcomed her vision.
“What are you doing, Wendy?” she loudly scowled at her, cl
