Astrological

III

To say that the rest of the day was eventful, would have been an understatement. While the rest of the school were off doing whatever extracurricular activities interested them, Wednesday and Isolabella stayed in their dorm in solitude, figuring out where to move their desks and beds without disturbing Enid's own set up. While the dark haired girl made little efforts in personalizing her quarter of the space, other then somehow making it appear more black and white compared to Enid's space, she only placed her large typewriter on the desk next to the large crystal ball that Isolabella could only assume was a parting gift from the girls parents. Her large chello was placed in the corner of the window. The brunette's side was much more welcoming. She had slide the small twin sized bed , already made with a white fluffy comforter, over to the farthest side away from the oversized window, and set up her keyboard next to it, with heavy folders filled with printed music and journals filled with unfinished songs. Her clothes were the next things to be put into place. The minimal space that was in the old dresser on the back side of the room was hardly enough space for all of her clothes, not that Isolabella packed much, but apparently enough to fill the thing completely. She had set some family pictures on to her desk, next to her computer and looked around the area in approval. 

Wednesday, her talkative self, kept quiet for most of the time. Complaining once about the over abundance of color that took up half of the space, and convinced the girl that removing half of the vinyl over the window would be a blessing. Isolabella didn't like the idea of removing the blonde haired girls choice of decoration, but decided only half would be fine if it kept Wednesday from throwing the werewolf out the window itself.

"I don't think Enid would appreciate that very much." Was all Isolabella said as Wednesday began peeling the right side of the window, "It's not like she gave up the chance to have a large room to herself."

"If you want to stare at what looks like a rainbow nightmare when you are trying to sleep, be my guest." She grumbled, "though I would like to see you try and stop me."

"yeah, no thanks." Isolabella sighed out, continuing to sort her pile of books onto the little shelf underneath her bedside table. The large door opened, revealing Enid as she walked into the room.

"What the hell did you do to my room." Enid's voice rang out after slamming the door shut. Her eyes darting from the window to Wednesday who was sat on the ground, removing the last few bits of the colored vinyl.

"Dividing our room equally." She got up from her spot on the ground and shoved the pieces over to the blondes side of the room, "It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side."

"I..."

"Silence would be appreciated. This is my writing time." Wednesday said, cutting the girl off from saying anything else. She sat in front of the old typewriter and rolled up her sleeves.

"You know I never even knew you wrote." Isolabella said glancing up from the book cover she was reading, "Though writing on that ancient thing and not a computer seems very fitting for you."

"Your writing time?" Enid said continuing on focusing on the grim girl.

"I devote an hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you did the same your blog might be coherent." Wednesday spoke back, not turning from the typewriter, "I've read serial killers diaries with better punctuation."

"I write in my voice," The girl hit back, "It's my truth. It's what my followers love"

"Your followers are clearly imbeciles." Wednesday swiveled around in her chair before getting up and walking towards the girl, "They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures."