Worth Fighting For | a Xavier Thorpe story

2: Child of Sunday is Bonny and Blithe

After a little while more of driving, I find myself in Nevermore Academy's principle office sitting on the opposite side of the office table with Wednesday and our parents, Pugsley and Lurch waiting out in the car, with principle Weems sitting on the other side of her table offering us a welcoming smile, I smile back and look sideways at everyone else, seeing them sitting with a straight face, and the previously bright smile turned into a sort of embarrassed little grin.

Principal Weems takes a deep breath trying to dissipate the tension, "So, Wednesday and Sunday are certainly unique names, they can't possibly be the days you were born on considering you're twins," Weems raises her carefully groomed brows expectantly.
"We were born on Friday the 13th." Wednesday replies darkly and I can't help but sigh, I mean she's not lying but she doesn't have to say it so creepily, sometimes I think she does this on purpose to scare people. What am I saying of course she does it scare people, it's the only thing she claims gives her true joy.

"Their names actually come from my favourite nursery rhyme," my mother jumps in and a small smile returns to my lips, Weems too looks greatful for the redirection in the conversation and welcomes it with open arms, "Oh, how exciting. Which rhyme exactly?"

"Wednesday's child is full of woe," mother replies with a proud smile, reaching out to stroke her hand through my hair lovingly, "and the child of Sunday is bonny and blithe."

"That is truly beautiful, you always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia." Weems smiles at my mother but I swear for a split second moment I felt envy struck me cold in the chest and a look of distant lonely sadness settled in her eyes but all that was gone so quickly I question if I'd imagined it and her smile through out that never wavered, because the woman infront of me now was nothing but a picture of cool elegance, and all put-togetherness.
But I know what I felt. I just don't know what to make of it.
She catches me looking at her quizzically and I try my best at a comforting smile, I can see she's confused but returns one back to me nonetheless and a sudden warmth fills me.

She looks away, addressing my sister and I both, "Did your mother tell you girls we were roommates back in the day?"
I look to my mother raising my eyebrows then back and shake my head, "No, we didn't know that."

"You were roommates with our mother, and graduated with your sanity intact?" Wednesday comments, "Impressive."

Principal Weems chooses to ignore what she said and proceeds, "You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years."
I shrug and look down to my hands while Wednesday continues, "They haven't built one strong enough to hold me," must she always be so dramatic? "I bet this place won't be any different."
I shoot Wednesday a warning look, "What I believe my sister is trying to say is that we greatly appreciate the opportunity."

I breath a sigh when Weems quickly moves on like it never even happened, "Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given both Wednesday and Sunday's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school," she pauses and smiles, "I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

Mother and father and very pleased, and mother smiles down at me before turning towards principal Weems again clearing her throat, "Larissa, what about their, um... therapy sessions?" Oh, I'd almost forgotten about that.
"Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. They can meet twice a week." Seems like everything's set.
"Did you hear that, my little storm cloud and sunshine?" Father leans in grinning, "you're in excellent hands."
I can literally feel his excitement.
"We'll see if she survives the first session." oh Wednesday... Not wrong though I have to say, but I'm sure she's tougher then we think, she does give other outcasts therapy so a little bit of morbid thoughts wouldn't be enough to scare her away... I hope.

"I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm. Ophelia Hall." That sounds familiar. At that mother gasps in delight.
Wednesday turns to mother, "Ophelia's the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family, correct?" Now I know why it sounded familiar, thank you Wednesday. Mother smiles and nods her head, proud.

Principal Weems couldn't hide her excited smile showing her teeth when she spoke, "Should we go meet your new roommate?"

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