The days of the week make up the months of the year. Each day has a name, and so do the months.
But why don't the weeks of the month have names? They occur all the time, like the days and the months. Even then, what would the weeks be called? Firstweek? Mayweek? Overweek? Something of that nature?
That's what Wednesday Gretzky was wondering as she sat on her bed one rainy Sunday morning. Like that was a surprise. It rained every day. Only 80 days out of 365 were actually bright and sunny. Willows, Oregon was just not a sunny place.
Wednesday wondered about that, too. Willows was very appropriately named. One, because it was constantly raining and wet. Two, because of the rain, there were a lot of weeping willow trees around. Heck, Wednesday's house was just a hop and skip away from the woods, which was made up of weeping willows. And three, it was so green the town itself could remind you of a willow.
To the average person, living in such a soupy, sleepy place like Willows would be a dreadfully boring experience. But no. It was Wednesday's home.
Wednesday had been born in Willows. Her family was a funny bunch--she had a mom, and a dad, a big brother named Silver and a little sister named Yume (pronounced yoo-meh). She was the middle child, of course. No surprise there.
Of course, it contributed to her rather unique name: Wednesday. She had this name because her parents were so busy trying to gather materials for their new baby that they had no name for her when she came. But, because she was the second child and it was a Wednesday the day of her birth, her parents decided to name the little girl Wednesday.
Wednesday was often teased for her name. Everyone admitted that was pretty in a way, but it was a bit too...out there. Wednesday was supposed to be a day in the week, so nobody had even known that someone could be named Wednesday. So, many kids pestered her for it, asking why exactly she was named such. She either told them or replied with a snarky comment.
It didn't help that she was abnormal in almost every way: her hair was an odd, ashy color, her eyes were dark ocean blue and her skin was pale like ivory. She had a wide assortment of hats that she never went out without wearing. She loved eating fruits and vegetables and was a regular coffee drinker. She knew how to play a bassoon. She read books on how certain foods reacted to chemicals. She knew how to speak and read Russian fluently. She despised sports. She drew pictures of caterpillars and frogs in her notebooks.
She just was not...usual.
Wednesday yawned and looked at the clock on her desk. 6:45.
She rolled her eyes and opened the window the slightest crack, so that the sound of rain quietly filtered in. Then, she dragged herself back to her bed and curled under the covers, going back to sleep.
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