Astrological

II

It wasn't long until Enid lead the girls around the school, twisting and turning through the never-ending hallways until they reached the common center of the school. Walking down the steps, Isolabella looked up to see the large foyer that overlooked each level of the building. Enid paid no attention to it, continuing on with the Nevermore history session, not bothering with the large amounts of students buzzing past.

"Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us! Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here." She skipped forward, her blonde curls whipping around as she turned to face the two girls.

"You can save the sanitized sales pitch." Wednesday blanky said walking past Enid, "I don't plan on staying here for long."

"Where else would you go?" Isolabella puzzled, still marveling around the ominous objects and paintings littered around the place. 

"Why not?" Enid asked at the same time, stopping before Wednesday

"This was my parents' idea." Wednesday turned her head to a small portrait left inside a showcase. Isolabella noticed the women stood front and center immediately, "oh look, there's my mother smirking at me. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here."

"It's apparently both our parents nefarious yet completely obvious plan don't you know." Isolabella chuckled, "My parents have been planning on sending me here next school semester, anyways. I wouldn't have had much choice."

"What plan?" Enid looked from Isolabella, who was still looking through the never-ending amounts of school pictures, to Wednesday, who still wore that plain, bored expression.

"To turn me into a version of themselves." She stated as if it was obvious.

"Isn't that the plan of every parent." Isolabella sighed out, turning her bored expression to the girls, "Mine just want me to be the quiet perfect girl."

"Well, perhaps then you both can clear some things up." Enid swiftly said, leading them outside of the building, "Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at you old school. Isolabella killing one at the school before that. Apparently both your parents pulled some strings to get you two of the hook."

"It was actually two kids, but who's counting." Wednesday stated, stepping out into the yard before them.

"And in my defense, the kid didn't actually die, though it was rightfully deserved thank you" Isolabella giggled before following Wednesday's suit.

"Well, putting that aside, welcome to the quad!" Enid leaped in front of the two girls putting out her hands in a welcoming manner.

"It's a pentagon."Wednesday corrected, scanning the yard.

"The whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at your normie schools, but here things are different." Enid smiled and looked around. "Let me give you guys a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

"I'm not interested in participating in tibal adolescent cliches." Wednesday stated at the same time Isolabella said, "I'm all ears."

"Well then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain. There are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales." She stated, walking them around the 'quad', "Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires."

Isolabella turned to see a group of kids sitting at a wooden picnic table, sipping from a red cup filled with something probably not edible for any other kind of outcast. Looking away, Enid pointed out another group, who seem more talkative then the previous.

"That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves. Like me!" She proudly stated, as the talkative group howled at her, "Full moons get pretty loud around here. That's when Furs wolf out, so I suggest you guys pick up noise-cancelling headphones."