A New Side Of Me (Wenclair)

A Tale of Pranks, Surprises, and Dead Bodies

The howling wind rattled the windows of the Addams mansion as Thing scurried across the creaky old floor, trying to draw the curtains. But Wednesday, of all people, stopped him in his tracks.

"I need to get used to the light again, living with Enid," she explained, as Thing tapped excitedly.

"I never said you could come," she added, arms folded and giving him a stern stare.

Undeterred, Thing slammed onto the bed dramatically, but Wednesday couldn't help but crack a small smile. As she made her way downstairs with her typewriter and luggage, her parents promised her a surprise. Though usually indifferent to such things, she was curious after all the hype.

Just then, a message chimed on her phone and her expression changed immediately. Gomez peered over her shoulder and teased her.

"Who's messaging you, meatball? Every time you smile and it's beautiful. It's just something you've never done before."

"Father, you've raised me to be independent. This isn't treating me like I'm independent," she retorted, as Pugsley interrupted to blurt out something before getting whacked with a phone.

"Say another word and it will be your last."

"Storm Cloud, your mother and I have a present for you," said Gomez, handing Wednesday a wrapped gift. She looked unimpressed, having previously declared her dislike for surprises.

Another message chimed, urging her to open it. Hesitant at first, she tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a bright red uniform that didn't say "nevermore" on it. Confused, she checked her phone after another message and was informed that the "Nevermore" school was being shut down.

"NO! This was the first time I wasn't expelled from a school, and I was looking forward to going back, especially away from you," she retorted sourly.

The jovial laughter of her family echoed through the halls of the mansion as Wednesday stood in stunned silence. Her heart raced as the realization that they had played a cruel joke on her sunk in.

She was filled with a growing sense of unease as her parents revealed their intentions. They had been offered a teaching and headmistress position at a new school, but the announcement of the closure of "Nevermore" had been a hoax. A sickening feeling of dread washed over her, as she realized that her fate rested in her parent's hands once again.

Wednesday couldn't escape the sensation that her family's twisted sense of humor had sinister undertones. The prank had gone too far and she felt like a puppet on a string, dancing to her family's macabre tune.

As the group chatted excitedly, a scratching sound interrupted them. Wednesday called out to Thing to answer the door, but as it creaked open, her excitement was replaced with a sense of unease. The familiar scent of her friend's perfume did little to change her mood.

As the two girls embraced, Wednesday couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Enid surprised her with news of a road trip, but Wednesday was skeptical. "You don't even know how to drive," she pointed out, her tone flat. Enid insisted that she had obtained her license and had been practicing every day with her dad. Wednesday was still unsure, but her parents' reveal of a black Rolls Royce with a dark interior added an eerie twist to the situation.

Reluctantly, Wednesday climbed into the car with Enid, her reservations growing with every passing moment. Enid's enthusiasm had dampened, likely due to the knowledge that the car had transported dead bodies. As Franky loaded their bags into the trunk, the girls set off on their twelve-hour journey to school, their anticipation mixed with apprehension.

The girls sat in silence, their eyes glued to the road ahead. They had been texting all summer, but now that they were face to face, things felt different. There was no hiding behind a screen or turning off the phone if things got too uncomfortable.

As the miles passed, the silence grew more oppressive. The tension in the car was palpable, as if they were both waiting for the other to say something. But what could they say? They had already shared so much over text, but now that they were together, the words seemed to dry up.

Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and the girls' anxiety only grew. Had they made a mistake in deciding to take this road trip? Were they too different to be real friends, outside of the digital world?

The road stretched out before them, seeming to go on forever. The landscape was desolate, with no signs of civilization for miles. It was as if they were the only people left in the world.

Their thoughts swirled in their heads, as they struggled to come up with something to say. But the longer the silence dragged on, the harder it became to break