"Friday, what's wrong? You barely touched your dinner," Jack asked his daughter concerned.
Friday had a hard time paying attention in class today. More than twice, Ms. Hazel scolded her for not listening. Friday couldn't help it. Her head was filled with questions and worry. She couldn't stop worrying about the poem and this bad monster named Oogie Boogie. She was a little scared of what she discovered yesterday. She could practically imagine what his voice sounded like and his evil laugh. Most confusing and hurtful thing of all is why her parents kept it a secret from her.
"Maybe Mama and Daddy are trying to keep me safe. Maybe that's why they haven't said anything. But I want to know. I may be 8, but I should know too."
Friday finally answered back," I guess I'm not that hungry."
Jack and Sally look at her with great concern. Friday always ate her meals. "Are you feeling all right?" they asked.
"What should I say?" Friday wondered in her head.
"I've been thinking about something a lot lately."
"About what, pumpkin?" Jack asked.
Friday paused for a minute or two. Could Oogie Boogie be connected to why her parents are strict about her going outside of Town Square? She decided to ask about that instead.
"How come I can't go to the Graveyard, the Pumpkin Patch, or the Hinterlands by myself?"
Jack and Sally were caught off guard. Friday watched them closely. They didn't want to have to lie again, so they chose their words as carefully as they could.
Sally gave a nervous laugh and said, "Sweetheart, why would you ask that silly question again. You already know the answer."
"Friday, you heard your mother. We've discussed this before," Jack cut her off when she spoke.
"I know, I know. I'm not old enough and I'm only 8 but what's out there? I mean, you say that there are dangerous monsters out there, especially in the abandon Treehouse, but I watch from my window all the time. I see our neighbors, our friends, and everyone that lives here go to those places all the time. I have never seen anyone
that look scary enough to kill. You even said that there's a dangerous monster that lives beneath the empty Treehouse, but I never saw anyone leave or enter that place. You haven't even told me who or what this monster is that lives there. Who is he and what does he want?"
Jack and Sally were at lost for words. Jack struggled to keep his composture and look stern. Sally looked from side to side playing with her hair. They had to say something, anything to break the silence.
Jack quickly rose from is chair and said sternly, "Friday T. Skellington, listen to your parents. You must obey when we say this: never go to the Pumpkin Patch, the Graveyard, Spiral Hill, the Hinterlands, or the Treehouse alone
. We have our reasons why we don't say everything."
"Friday, enough! This discussion is over!
Friday started to feel angry and hurt. It was clear that they were hiding something from her and they've been avoiding everything she said. She crossed her arms and said angrily, "What's the use! For years, you've been telling me to always go beyond the gates with a friend and there is something dangerous out there, but from my window, I have never seen anyone. I know you're hiding something from me and I HATE it! Don't I have any rights to know? I just can't take it anymore."
She ran up the spiral staircase and into her room.
Sally shook her head snd buried her face with her hands. Jack came to her side and held her in his arms. He stroke Sally's hair to comfort her.
"Its okay Sally. I know how you feel. Its hard on me too."
"Oh Jack, she's an incredibly smart girl for her age. We can't keep it a secret any longer."
"We have to Sally. Its for her own good."
"But Jack, she's getting too
smart for her own good. She's 8 and she's already starting to demand details. She knows we're hiding something from her and we all know she doesn't like secrets. Friday is getting more suspicious everytime she asks."
Jack sighed. "I know. I was hoping we would tell her when she's a teenager. Friday was studying our expressions very carefully at dinner too. However, I'm still debating on whether we should tell her or not."
"But Jack, would we put her in more danger if we do tell her?"
"I don't know, but I do know that Friday will continue to be angry with us if we keep quiet. And she will continue to ask and maybe even find way to get answers she is desperate to find."
In Friday's room, she was sitting on her bed, stroking her kittens. Friday was very upset and found it comforting to pet.
"Oh Visi and Bones, I don't know what to do. I love Mama and Daddy, but I don't like it when they are keeping secrets from me."
Friday placed her kittens back on the bed and picked up a family photo of her parents and her. They were smiling, clearly happy. Friday, despite being angry, couldn't help but smile at the photo. She began to sing from her heart:
"Everyday, I do think, that my home is the best;
For my family makes me smile very wide.
When it comes to the surprises in the moonlit night,
They make me happy without ever even trying.
With the slightest little effort of the town's ghost-like charms,
This place is a nightmare come true.
With the monsters everywhere and the daily frights,
Oh Halloween Town is paradise to me!
Yet, Town Square is the only place I know.
Surrounded by gates that never open for me.
And I, Friday, heir to the throne,
Have grown so tired, of being trapped here for no reason.
Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones,
Curiosity began to grow.
There's something out there, far from my home,
A longing that I've never known.
Beyond the gates, I'm forbidden to go.
The Graveyard, too dangerous, they say its so.
The Abandoned Treehouse; they say avoid it at all costs.
Hinterlands, don't even give it a thought.
And that is what Mama and Daddy always say,
To never go alone.
Be with a friend, by your side.
Listen to what we say; do you understand Friday?
But when I ask them, why? why? why?
They avoid it, pretend not to hear.
Stitch their lips, and look from side to side.
Do they know something that I do not?
Oh, I long to explore beyond the gates and the woods.
It's calling for me; I should go for good.
Their sly behavior, year after year,
It feels so wrong, it brings me to tears.
Friday layed on her bed, for she was not in the mood to do anything; not even paint to brush away her sorrows. She just wanted the truth. She only knows very little and her parents refuse to come clean about it. Friday felt so miserable and depressed that she began to cry silently. Before she knew it, she went to a deep sleep as the last tears fell down her face.
(Author's Note: I hope you like the new chapter.
Sorry that I took a long time. School, Drama Club, and volunteering took up so much of my time. With the Christmas break coming up, I should have more time to post new chapters. Again, if you have any questions or comments, please post them. I like to hear feed back.
P.S. The song is titled "Friday's Lament".