Wednesday’s Child

By: Geena Conlon

Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

Chapter One

All that I'm living for,
All that I'm dying for,
All that I can't ignore alone at night.
All that I'm wanted for,
Although I wanted more.
Lock the last open door, my ghosts are gaining on me.

All That I’m Living For – Evanescence – The Open Door

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“Oh my God!” Nanny #32 breathed in sharply as she stared with wide eyes out the window. Nanny #32 was having a bad day. She had already had to do things that no one did on a daily basis and it was all because of that stupid mutt Rover. Uh Rover? Come on. You would think that with only two children and that dog things would not be so hard but as you already know she is Nanny #32. The past 31 nanny’s have proven useless and not up to the hard task of taking care of the Flares. Shaw and Shannon are impossible children to say the least. Shannon was about ten now and Shaw sixteen with no sense of care or devotion. Pfft as if any sixteen year old had that running in their heads. You would need a miracle child.

Well sadly 342 Wild Rose Avenue was fresh out of miracle children. Sure they had the usual devil child on the loose but they were definitely low on stock with the miracle ones. Things might have gone better if Mother Annie Abigail formally Mrs. Annie Flare had not just walked out on the children. What they had really needed was a mother and Annie Abigail had been a perfect mother image. The plump chin, the curly brunette locks, and her tall slim figure. They were all signs of a kind and loving woman in Nanny #32’s mind. She was ashamed to work for the Flares because of Mother Annie Abigail. Naturally this whole “Mother” thing is because Annie decided that she had her place with the Catholic Church and became a nun. A nun!? It was insane but it was done.

Now of course Shannon and Shaw Flare were children of no cares and no worries. The Lion King song always came to mind here. Nanny #32 was currently staring out the windows at a weed-strewn yard full of insects and buggers. These buggers included Rover, Shannon, and Shaw. Shaw was riding on a brand new motorcycle flying through the rap around driveway with his hands in the air half the time. Shannon was behind him clutching at her big brother with sweaty hands. Rover of course was barking merrily alongside them.

This can’t be happening, Nanny #32 thought breathing in and out in and out. She had to stay calm or she would be yet another defeated nanny and she was determined to get through the motherless Flare children. She could be their mother. She had always thought this before she had arrived. She had thought this when she was sitting in her cozy apartment kitchen looking out over a quite park in the center of a small friendly town. She had never guessed that on the outskirts of her own town two scoundrels and their dog were maintaining inhabitance.

She had of course taken up the challenge when Mr. Rupert Flare had pleaded in an ad for someone to take care of them. He had failed to mention what number she was in a very long line. It was really kind of pathetic in a way but the children were impossible.

Nanny #32 most formerly known as Lydia Banks had of course learned a little too late that she was Nanny #32. What kind of a place and situation had she gotten herself into? That of course had been the first question that had come to mind and all,. Was there really any hope for these children? That was another one.

Now of course she knew that there really was no hope no matter how hard she tried to make it be. Could there ever be a good side to these children? Could there be a helping hand for Shannon and Shaw? There must be aw way, Nanny #32 continually thought while scratching a wrinkled chin. I’m sure of it but I just haven’t pushed the right button. The right button? What right button? PFft no such thing darn it!

Nanny #32 continued badgering herself until the old clock chimed 12 and she figured that she may as well start the children’s lunch. She sighed deeply wishing that she were back in her cozy apartment. Walking on nimble legs Nanny #32 walked to the immensely large kitchen that served as a dining room/kitchen.

She looked around quickly and grabbed random items of necessity. In a matter of minutes she had two bowls of Mac N’ Cheese sitting on the table waiting to be gobbled down in seconds. She had made two pots full knowing that there would be no leftovers. For the dog she filled his bowl with the same cheesy goo and proceeded to making a third pot for him.

Going to the front of the house Nanny #32 waited until the kids passed the corner again before shouting, “YOUR LUNCH IS READY!” at the top of her lungs. She felt her vocal cords protest at the effort but she ignored them and went back inside hoping that they had heard her.

Apparently they had because they ran inside moments later not even bothering to park the darned bike! Nanny #32 hid the bowls and pots away quickly while they whipped their feet. When the three came in the room sitting in their spots expectantly Nanny #32 put her hands firmly on her hips and glared at each of them in turn, even the dog.

“What lady where’s the food?” Shaw demanded in rude tones accompanied with a sneer. Nanny #32 walked over to him and smacked him hard on the face. This of course was not a way to get through to them she knew but it was necessary. The smack would not have even hurt if it hadn’t been for the ring that was on her right hand. Shaw looked at her dumbfounded and then stroked his right cheek where there was an indent of Nanny #32’s mother’s ring.

“Gives you a prettier image,” Nanny #32 smirked admiring the new facial feature. “Now I wish not for you to speak to me in those tones again boy or I’ll have to resort to the belt your father’s orders or no. Now I demand that you go park that darn bike in its place now or you will not get nothing to eat and neither will your sister!” Then looking thoughtfully around the silenced kitchen she spotted the black lab on the floor. “And the dog neither,” she added going over to the living room and flicking on the television to watch Oprah.

She knew their next tactic of course. They were going to look for the food because they hated the old nanny and they knew she would be thick and that they could easily find it. Of course when they had no such luck Shannon walked in pouting and looking pleadingly at Nanny #32.

“My tummy hurts,” she whined. This phrase was used so often that Nanny #32 found it monotonous. “Nanny, please! I’m hungry and Shaw won’t put his bike away and I can’t because I can’t move it!” Nanny #32 sighed and turned to look at the child in front of her.

“Well then convince your brother to put it away because unless he does you’re not getting any food,” she snapped through gritted teeth. She could feel her wrinkles stretching in her efforts. Gruesome? Yea.

“You’re a mean Nanny!” Shannon screamed stomping her foot defiantly. She then spat at the couch in Nanny #32’s direction before running up to her room and slamming the door. Nanny #32 sighed inwardly and flicked off the television. This always happened and she was the only one who could do anything about it. She went into the kitchen where she found Shaw rummaging around still looking for the food.

“You’re starving my sister you bat,” he muttered angrily without turning around to face her. “You’re going to regret this. There won’t even be a need for a Nanny #33 when I’m through because Daddy’s gonna be so scared his pants will fall down and some liquid along with ‘em. Truth be told he’ll be luckier then you.” Nanny #32 stared at Shaw in amazement.

“Shaw!” she exclaimed involuntarily taking a step backwards at his words. “Dear boy where did you ever learn such talk!” Certainly not from me, she thought feeling her heartbeat begin to pick up a few notches. What was the boy going on about? The way he was talking made it seemed as if he were going to batter her and kill her! But he’s just a boy. He’s sixteen and that’s far to young to even begin to imagine such cruelty. Not from him he’s a criminal mastermind and no mistake.

Nanny #32 felt chills run down her spine as she surveyed the room. She could just give in to this whole situation and tell Shaw where to find the macaroni and then lose them completely and have no control. But she had authority that Shaw dared to question! Suddenly her eyes fell on the drooling dog on the floor. Rover was very hungry, He was actually looking through cupboards to find anything that could possibly be edible. Then he looked up expectantly at Shaw and to Nanny #32’s horror he pointed at her. The dog’s eyes fell on Nanny #32 and he smacked his lips.

Backing away Nanny #32 found herself trapped by a closed door that was locked from the other side. Who had locked the door? Shannon? But Shannon was upstairs in her room crying about her mean old nanny! Looking frantically around Nanny #32 tried to make for another open door. But she moved too quickly and quickness is what Rover lived for. He took that precise moment to pounce and before Nanny #32 sank into unconsciousness se watched as her leg bled freely and looked up to find a cynical and devilish smile plastered across Shaw’s face.

A.N: Soooo??? good start? Bad start? not worth continuing? Worth the attempt? Please tell me this is my first story posted and i love...those nice people who cause a little orange thing to come up beside m story. HAHAHA i'm horrible ok review please...!!!!!!!! I will love you forever and ever and ever (no joke)