Friday
It had been awhile since Friday had last written in her journal, on account of having exams. Ugh. She hated exams. Well, she didn't mind them so mcuh when she was actually doing them, because she got to go home early. But she hated the studying.
Anyway, it was holidays now. So it was all good. And what's more, going to a private school she got three weeks of them. Whoo hoo!
So now she looked at her journal, but realised she didn't really have anything to write. Nothing much had happened with her powers lately. She should think of osmething quirky to do. Now that she was getting the hang of using them, she should be able to have some fun.
Friday sighed, then she went downstairs to get herself a drink.
"Hi 'Day," her mother said.
Uh oh. She was holding a couple of dresses. Could only mean one thing:
"Which one do you think looks better?"
"well, the red one makes you look like a slut, and the black one reeks of 'get me out of this, before I suffocate, it's so tight'," Friday wanted to say.
"Go with the red one," Friday said.
Or maybe the black one would be better after all... if she suffocated Friday wouldn't have to put up with this all the time.
Then Friday noticed her mother was staring and had dropped the dresses.
"What?"
But the moment she asked the question, she realised. Or rather, he. Her - his - voice had gone down a couple of octaves. Friday changed himself back and chewed her lip.
"Umm... I suppose you're wondering about what just happened..."
Friday's mother took a deep breath.
"Actually... I'm not," she said, slowly taking a seat.
"You're not?"
"Honey... I... I never told you because... well, because we didn't think you had any powers so it shouldn't have been an issue."
"We?"
"Your father and I. Have... have you been doing that often?"
"Turning into a boy? Yep. And I can change the sex of other stuff too, living and nonliving."
Her mother nodded slowly.
"What do you know?" Friday asked. "How come... how come you're not surprised? What didn't you tell me?"
"Honey... your father was an alien."
"Excuse me?"
"A Dathrian or something. At first I handled the news quite well, or so I thought. But eventually all the... alien stuff started to bother me. I tried not to let him know, but he figured it out. And eventually my discomfort leaked into other areas of our relationship. You ended up living with me, because we didn't think you had any alien powers. Usually they come out at birth, or as a toddler for hybrids. I guess... I guess yours were latent."
She sighed, and then abruptly began crying.
"Mum!" and Friday wrapped her arms around her. "Mum, don't cry."
"I... we... never saw... any... reason to... expose... you to... that world," she sobbed. "And now... now..."
"Mum, it's okay," Friday said. "Really."
"No, it's not okay," she wept. "Now you're... you're going to want to... to join them and... and... it's a horrible world, 'Day. They do all sort of disturbing stuff, and then there's the alien hunters. Oh, honey, I wanted better for you."
Friday didn't know what to say. Her mother stood up.
"I'm going to try and contact your father."
"Excuse me?"
"You don't belong with me, 'Day. I love you, honey, but I... I can't look after you. I don't... I don't have the experience or the knowledge or anything. I can't guide you. You need someone who does, and who can."
"Mum -"
"No, my mind is made up. I'm... I'm sorry."
Friday stared at her, than ran from the room. The horrible taste of rejection was in her mouth, although she tried to convince herself that her mother was trying to look out for her.