Goddess Of Chaos

Chapter 6

Wednesday and I are at Ms. Kinbott's office because Principal Weems and the sheriff think we are crazy. Well, they're not exactly wrong, but still, they didn't have to say it.

"Help me understand why both of you claim you witnessed a murder. Was it to gain attention?" I don't care for attention, but when I do get it, it's usually because people are screaming bloody murder while running away from me. I glance at Wednesday, seeing if she's going to say anything only to see her glaring at Ms. Kinbott. "Why should we bother telling you anything? You've already decided we are lying. We know what we saw." You were getting a little agitated with Mr. Kinbott's non-stop questions. You should have stayed in bed today.

You start playing with your ring to calm you down a little. "Your life's had a lot of upheavals recently. It's okay to be confused about things." How can Wednesday and I hallucinate the same things? "Don't try and lure us into one of your psychological traps." Ms. Kinbott begins to shake her head in denial. "No one is trying to trap you. I'm here to help both of you process your emotions." You glare at her, sick of her thinking we don't know how to process our own emotions. "We understand our emotions perfectly fine; we don't need you telling us how we feel or how to process them."

"I agree; emotion is a gateway trait. They lead to feelings, which trigger tears. I don't do tears." She said it was very sterling. You nudge her leg, showing you somewhat agree with her. It's alright to cry sometimes, but you weren't really a big crier. "Tell me how both of you are adjusting to school." School is the embodiment of hell next century you're not going to school. You decide to talk first, knowing after this you probably won't get a word in. "School is very boring; nothing ever happens there." You don't need to go to school, but it keeps you occupied for a while. Living for thousands of years gets boring and depressing. Maybe you should open another business.

"Sartre said, 'Hell is other people.' He was my first crush." Wow, Sartre is one lucky man to be Wednesday's first crush. Should you track him down and kill him? He's probably died already anyways but it's always good to double-check. You get a little sidetracked with ideas on how to murder him, so you turn your attention back to them, and you can practically see the tension in the room. Ms. Kinbott takes a deep breath, trying to get rid of any tension in her body. "Wednesday, part of the reason your parents sent you to Nevermore is so you could find your people. Become part of a larger community." 'Community,' you scoff in your head. All there is in this so-called community are judgmental kids who are trying to be something they are not. Normal. No one's normal; everyone is different. it's either you accept it now or are forced to accept it later.

With that final thought, you get up and head to the door about to leave. "Where are you going?" You turn your head to look at Ms. Kinbott only to see her staring at you while Wednesday just keeps on staring at the wall with a blank stare. "This is getting too personal for me, and my appointment isn't until later on, so I'm leaving." Before anyone can respond, you have already left the room. You go down the stairs and look to your left to see the woman from the last time you were here. "Bye, ma'am have a good day." You walk past her going to the door about to open it when you hear some shuffling from behind you thinking the lady was getting some work or something along the line. So, you don't turn around until you feel your hand being slightly tugged on. You turn around to see the woman from behind the counter in front of you. "Yes, Ma'am, what can I do for you?"