All For Not - Wednesday

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The bells tolled outside as thunder rumbled through the corridors of the school, as if it was as natural as life, or as death itself. "Wednesday is certainly a unique name. I'm guessing it was the day you were born?" My eyes rolled, figuratively of course, "I was born on Friday the 13th."

"Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, 'Wednesday's child is full of woe.'" The principal, a tall blonde woman of a strict stature seemed to have a hidden distaste for our mother, "you always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia. Hmm. Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?" I gave a hum, "and you graduated with your sanity intact? Impressive."

"And you, Morella, how did you earn your name, another lullaby?" Our father spoke for me this time, "actually-" I watched as our mother grabbed his arm, he quieted himself and when the principal's eyes flickered back to me I explained, "I was named in honor of the short story, Morella by Edgar Allen Poe." Her eyes glinted in the lighting as she smiled, "how fitting for the school Edgar attended as well," my head tilted, "as one of my great grandfathers, I'm sure he'd be approved." The smile on her face never faltered, "ahh, that's right, I almost forgot our earlier conversation, I do hope you live up to his legacy." Our mother's voice clashed instantly, "she will."

"Funny, I thought you were named after a plant," she dismissed it grabbing papers, "I was, my name bears from both Morella and nightshade." Wednesday spoke quickly, "a fitting name, don't you think?"

"Precisely, although I do wonder," Her devious smile turned into a curious facial expression, "where are your birth parents? I was under the impression that your kind was immortal," I had no reaction and she seemed displeased, "I am, but I guess you can say, my birth was, tortuous and took a deep harrowing toll on my mother as she wasn't of my kind, and they do say we mate for life. I'm sure you are smart enough to understand what I am speaking of, aren't you Miss Weems." No question in my tone, a simple spoken sentence of explanation and an end to the discussion in one. "I see, forgive me for any boundaries I have crossed, I only intend to better understand my students."

"Or maybe you intend to gather information as torture or blackmail." I nodded, tilting my head in the same fashion as my sister, "and if that is the case sister, I'm pleasantly decent in admitting that I have no care for either of them." We succeeded in making her uncomfortable though and she turned to the papers in her hands after clearing her throat, "the both of you certainly have had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years." She looked unimpressed as Wednesday answered her with a quip remark, "they haven't built one strong enough to hold us. I bet this place won't be any different." glancing at her I agreed, "thick as liquid poison."

"What our daughter's are trying to say is that they greatly appreciate the opportunity." I didn't nod or speak and neither did she, "nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday and Morella's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

Our parents were happy with that answer, but I knew deep down in their black souls they were truly ecstatic to find a place for us to finally fit in. "Larissa, what about the girl's, um... therapy sessions? The court ordered them."

"Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week." I turned away, uninterested completely, "did you hear that, my little storm cloud? You're in excellent hands." Our father was pleased and our mother said nothing. "We'll see if she survives the first session." Another smile from the principal, who I'd rather call headmistress if anything at all, "I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall." An excited gasp from our mother and a chuckle from our father, had Wednesday speaking, "refresh my memory. Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?" Once again our mother wasn't pleased and my extra comment made her huff, "as long as it's nothing like aunt Ophelia, it should accommodate us well." A bright smile that stained my mind and she stood tall, her blonde hair never straying a single hair from the tight up-do, "should we go meet your new roommate then? I'm assuming you'd like to stay together?" A curt nod from each of us timed perfectly with no effort had us following her through the school in an instant.