“ see you later, holly. “ friday calls as her friend walks onward, up the sidewalk and to the house that she calls home, with sandra and george - her parents who praised her daisy chains and flower pressings. a pang of jealousy strikes, just as it does every day at 4:35pm after they departed from their play in the park.                           friday LOVES her family dearly, but she can see the disappointment in their eyes every time she bought home a good school report or took out the trash or made her bed. it confuses her, but she does love them. so, she turns and heads up the path to the house, ignoring her dolls -- HER DOLLS -- beheaded on the lawn, their pretty locks singed and their eyes scratched out.she ignores her skipping rope wrapped around the neck of her teddy bear, biting back tears as lurch opens the door. he takes her coat and bag, as usual. she watches as he hangs the light colors against the blacks and navys.                           it’s a slow, somber walk up the stairs for friday, homework organiser and note pad held beneath her arm, pencil case clutched in a hand. her room brings the solitude she welcomes ( THOUGH NOT FOR LONG ). halfway through her second page of math questions, the door creaks and friday addresses her sister in a small, shaky tone, “ is -- is dinner ready, wednesday? tell.. tell grandma i’ll be right there, please. “

                        Brows furrowed and behind nearly black eyes lay barely suppressed anger. He was too close to stomping his feet on the ground like a pouty child, but he had manners. Manners and patience, which was running thin at the moment. “ How often do I have to ask you not to try beheading me in my SLEEP? ” It was such a mundane thing, yet he had to repeat himself over and over again. “ I told you to wait until I wake up, Wednesday! ”