The Watcher || Xavier Thorpe (DISCONTINUED)

8

Chloe pulled her hair out of the collar of her purple velvet vintage dress as she moved toward her window, watching a small black car pull up to the gates of the castle. A -unique- family dressed in black stepped out and headed into the academy. The onlooker tilted her head in confusion, one of the things she had learned while she was in the realm, was that no one with common sense would transfer in the middle of the semester, unless they had a good reason to. She turned and headed towards Weems' office, slipping into her vintage, 1930s' cream French high heels and leaving her phone for a second time, hoping to indulge herself in the rare occurrence.

She turned the corner and saw the suited man who came out of the car, holding the heavy oak door for a taller woman in a black low-cut dress as she walked into Weems' office. Chloe sighed as she waited outside the office, she had missed her opportunity to create mischief before the principal, who, she noticed, wore too much makeup, got to them.

When the tall doors opened, Chloe stepped forward, standing in the way of Weems leading the family out. Weems paused and looked at her and turned to make eye contact with the parents while Chloe held eye contact with a pale girl in pigtails and a black dress, no expression on either one of their faces, except for a subtle hint of laughter and darkness in their eyes.

"Excuse me, Miss Plouton, is there something you need to discuss with me?" Weems questioned, giving the parents an apologetic face while their eyes widened at the mention of the girl's name.

"No, not at all, Weems. Do you?" Chloe gave her principal a deadly stare as she spoke.

"No, ma'am."

"Then continue. I was merely seeing who was joining my school, unannounced." The principal felt a shiver crawl up her spine due to the young girl's threatening words.

Chloe turned to the new girl, "I will welcome you another time, goodbye.", and she started walking to the quad planning on watching her handsome artist at work, hopefully this time she would be able to keep her consciousness and footing.

As Enid led Wednesday down the main staircase of Nevermore Academy she spoke, "Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here." They walked towards a glass trophy case filled with picture and trophies from passed alumni.

"You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here for long."

"Why not?"

"This was my parents' idea." She saw a picture of a past Nevermore Fencing Squad.

"Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me. They've been looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan. "

"What plan?"

Wednesday answered seriously, "To turn me into a version of themselves."

Enid grimaced and started to walk away from the case. "Well in that case, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off." She twitched her head in thought and lowered her voice," But, at least, you aren't Chloe, who literally separated a kid's soul from his body - forever."

The ominous teenager disregarded the last bit and threatened, "Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?"

this is not edited.  i was a little pressed for time so this one's shorter than i hoped but hopefully the next ones are going to be longer.

thx.