Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe Pt. 2

Bold and Italics=POV Change

Bold=TV Script

Italics=Thoughts

Wednesday's POV

 It started to rain. This puts me at ease a little bit. Oh, how I love the rain, I thought.

 "At least it's turning into a beautiful day," my mother seems to agree with my internal thoughts. We pulled up past the gates to Nevermore academy. I already hate it. I stare at it in disdain.

~Line Break~

 "Wednesday is certainly a unique name," the principle, Larissa Weems said to me, "I'm guessing it was the day you were born?"

 "I was born on Friday the 13th," I corrected her.

 "Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme," my mother informed, "Wednesday's child is full of woe."

 "You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia," Weems told my mother with a playful tone. Though I did hear a little resentment. Wonder what happened between them, I thought.

 "Hmm," my mother hummed in agreement.

 "Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day," Weems asked me.

 "And you graduated with your sanity intact," I asked, "impressive."

 "You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey," Weems told me, looking through my file, "eight schools in five years."

 "They haven't built one strong enough to hold me," I informed her, " I bet this place won't be any different."

 "What our daughter is trying to say, is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity," my father tries to say. I really want to roll my eyes at his attempts to get me to stop.

 "Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday's perfect grades," Weems said, still looking through the files, "and your family's history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

 I didn't really like how she was able to make me an exception, as I really didn't want to attend this godforsaken school. I can already feel myself getting irritated by this school.

 "Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um, therapy sessions," my mother asked in concern, "the court ordered them."

 "Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho," Weems replied, "she can meet twice a week, with another student, Y/N Y/L/N."

 Great, not only do I have to go to therapy made by the court, but have to go with another student.

 "Did you hear that, my little storm cloud," my father said, looking at me, "you're in excellent hands."

 "We'll see if she survives the first session," I said, looking at him. 

 "I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm," Weems said looking at me, "Ophelia Hall."

 My mother then gasps in enjoyment, and then chuckles. 

 "Refresh my memory," I said, looking at my mother, "Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?"

 My mother nodded her head, looking at me with joy. Ew, I thought seeing the emotions in her eyes.

 "Should we go meet you new roommate," Weems said standing up. We all stood up and followed her to Ophelia hall, which took a while. Though, at one point I smelt a scent that resembles my typewriter ink. I wanted to follow it, but resisted. I have self-control, I thought to myself, still walking with my family and Weems. We finally made it to my new dorm room. My mother gasped at the bright colors when we went into the room. Great my roommate is colorful, I thought with disdain.

 "It's so... vivid," my father said, hesitantly. Then, a colorful person jump up from her chair and skipped up towards us. Not only is she colorful, but also very energetic. This is not going to go well for me.

 "Howdy, roomie," she said, inhaling excitedly.

 "Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair," Weems introduces us, though I really didn't care, but I did keep this information in case she becomes valuable in my escape.

 "Are you feeling okay," Enid asks me, "you look a little pale."

 "Wednesday always looks half-dead," my dad said, looking at Enid like she has two heads.

 "Oh. Welcome to Ophelia Hall," she told me, walking up to me for a hug, which I stepped back so she wouldn't, "not a hugger. Got it."

 "Please excuse Wednesday," my mother told Enid, "she's allergic to color."

 "Oh, wow," Enid said, a little scared, "what happens to you?"

 "I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones," I replied flatly. She looks grossed out by what I said, which I took satisfaction in.

 "Luckily, we've special ordered you a uniform," Weems said chuckling a little, "Enid, please take Wednesday to the register's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way."

 I turned around and looked at my parents with disdain. I then proceeded to walk out of the room, hearing my roommate skipping behind me. I already feel exhausted. 

~Line break~

 "Nevermore was founded in 1791, to educate people like us," Enid said as we walked down the stairs, "outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here,"

 "You can save the sanitized sales pitch," I told her stopping in front of a case with pictures in it, "I don't plan on staying here for long."

 "Why not," Enid asks.

 "This was my parent's idea," I told her, when a photo of my mother caught my eye, "oh look, there's my mother smirking at me. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here, it's all part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan."

 "What plan," she asked.

 "To turn me into a version of themselves," I replied looking at her.

 "In that case, perhaps you can clear something up," she told me, turning around with me to continue on walking, "rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off."

 "Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting," I asked, and she looked scared. I almost smirked at that.

 "Welcome to the quad," she said when we walked into a common place. It's a pentagon, why is she calling it a quad, I thought.

 "It's a pentagon," I replied flatly.

 "I t-t-t-told you E-e-e-enid," someone said behind us. I turned, to see a beautiful omega. I can tell by her scent, but another thing from her scent is that she smells like my typewriter ink. My alpha perked up at the sight and smell of her, which means one think. This omega, is my mate. Another thing about this omega is that she seems to be timid. This causes me to be more alert with her all of the sudden. Did someone hurt her, I thought, which caused my alpha to growl in anger. Normally omegas are outgoing, not timid. I snapped out of my thoughts. Why am I suddenly concerned for this random omega. Sure she is my mate, but I am not going to be like my parents.

 "Hi, Y/N, how are you," Enid ask the omega. This caused me to almost growl at her for talking to this omega, knowing she is an unmated alpha.

 "I-i-i-i'm good, E-e-e-enid, how a-a-a-are y-y-y-you," she replied back. I wonder if she was born with a stutter, or if it is from trauma. She has a dog with her, that has a vest that says service dog, do not touch. This really riles up my alpha, not liking that something happened to my omega mate. She then looks at me, and stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened, and she blushed. I smirked internally, pleased with her reaction. I stopped at this, not liking what this omega is doing to me. This is when Enid remembers me.

 "Y/N, this is Wednesday Addams, my new roommate," she told her. She nodded he head towards me shyly, "anyway, the whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different."

 We continued walking around, with Y/N following us.

 "Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene," Enid told me, which I defiantly didn't want to know, as it was useless.

 "I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent cliches," I said blankly. I saw Y/N nodding her head in agreement. So she doesn't like knowing useless things as well, I though intrigued.

 "Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain," Enid shot back, "there are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales,"

 We walked by a table of vampires.

 "Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires," Enid told me, which I can figure out myself, "some of them have literally been here for decades,"

 Now by a table of werewolves.

 "That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves, like me," she said, followed by howling, "full moons get pretty loud around here, that's when Furs wolf out, so I suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones."

 I saw some people around a fountain, with one casually sticking her hand in the water. I automatically knew they were sirens.

 "I'm assuming Scales are sirens," I asked, though already knowing the answer. Y/N nodded to me, with a small smile.

 "You catch on quick, and that girl, Bianca Barclay," she said while pointing at the one with her hand in the water, "is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty. Although her crown's been slipping lately, she used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe."

 She pointed at someone painting on a wall, who turned around and saw Y/N, and kept staring at her. This didn't sit well with me, so I discreetly put my body in front of Y/N to block him.

 "But they broke up at the beginning of the semester, reason unknown," Enid told me. I have a feeling that the reason they broke up is because he wants my mate, my omega. Damn it the family curse has its hold on me, I thought with disdain.

 "Fascinating," I said blankly, and relaxed to see Xavier no longer looking at Y/N.

 "I know, right," she exclaimed, which caused Y/N to flinch slightly and this caused me to frown slightly, "my vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip."

 "Yo, Enid! You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate," an omega boy yelled out, which caused Y/N to once again to flinch but then relax and smiled happily at the fellow omega, "she eats human flesh, chowed down on that kid she murdered. You better watch your back."

 Enid moved out of the way to show this omega boy that I just heard everything he just said. This caused him to look at me in fear, even his little snakes were afraid of me, as one went back into his beanie.

 "Quite the contrary, I actually fillet the bodies of my victims," I said looking at him in the eyes, "then feed them to my menagerie of pets."

 "Ajax, this is my new roommate, Wednesday," Enid introduced me to him.

 "Whoa, you're in black and white, like a living Instagram filter," he said, which made me want to punch him. In the corner of my eyes, I saw Y/N put her face in her palms and shake her head, probably at his stupidity.

 "Ignore him, Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned," Enid said, pushing the boy away from us, "he's cute, but clueless. It's a small school, there wasn't much online about you. You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok."

 "I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation," I told her, and walked away to get my uniform and schedule.

Y/N's POV

 This alpha, is my mate. This should be my happiest day, but I'm concerned. I know I'll have to tell her about my past, and she might reject me for being damaged. She also scares me, for the fact she is an alpha, I don't think I can trust another alpha that isn't Enid. I guess I'll have to watch how she acts.