Wednesday's Week

A Plan and a Woe

Supernatural studies was equally unfit to distract me. The teacher felt a preparedness course on some basics was a necessity. Ajax had abandoned his boisterous group to sit by me in silence, or so I hoped.

"I feel sick to my stomach," he whispered.

I moved my gaze from my book to him, "Then puke."

"This is our fault," he kept whispering. "We thought we were some hotshots that could do stuff without adults. We killed Xavier."

I snapped my head to him, "Xavier is alive. Why does everyone talk about him like he is dead!"

The teacher slammed their book on the podium. "Miss Wednesday, I never suspected you for a charter box." And I wasn't. "Please, maybe you can participate in learning." I frowned at Ajax, considered ways I could get away with murdering a teacher and then finally looked down and really read the texts.

Ghosts.

As in Principal Weems. I flipped the pages ahead, tuning out the Professer. Who knew the information I would actually need was not in a diary of a dark text, but a textbook. It read, "To preserve a ghost, it's soul must be contained in a material object. One that has significant meaning to the ghost. Often times a ghosts own thoughts are shaped further by the object."

What was Weems always around? What did she obsess over.

I continued to read, "The souls will enter the object without the ghost's consent and they will be forced to protect it. In example, Thomas Jefferson's soul was contained in the constitution while he was around as a ghost.

I turned my gaze to the door. There Weems stood, her eyes on me. I rested my hand on the necklace. The M and W my mother had given me.

The roommate who stole the spotlight and the boy. Who was everything she wanted to be. The second chance in a daughter. One that embodied the school she so desperately loved. One she was angry at over and over but never got expelled. The one who had saved the school. The one Weems followed around.

I already had Weem's soul. It was in my necklace and she knew it.

Personally I think the dead should stay dead. Bonnie would have never come if her mother had died too. Weems cheated death and Xavier was paying for it. I'd like to blame her fully except I had a very large part to play in this. I was the master of the Hyde and then protected Tyler. He truly had muddled my mind. It was time to put an end to all of this.

Fencing came next. It was almost silent. Bianca and Ajax stood there like ghosts. Vlad himself wasn't doing much to boost moral. Not only was Xavier his favorite student, he had also recently been heavily considered to be the game saboteur. At least they hadn't told him it was my vision that almost had him behind bars.

Other students dueled, unaware of the tragedy. Since Kent had found him so early in the morning, Weems was able to keep it from the students. After watching the two nightshades looked like kicked puppies for the majority of the lesson, I approached them.

"I need assistance," I broached.

Bianca glared at me, "To kill another one of us?"

Ajax put his hands up, "woah, Bianca. We can't just pin all the blame on Wednesday."

She scowled at him, "You are biased because of Enid. If this wasn't your girlfriends best friend, you'd be angry."

"And if it wasn't your ex boyfriend's life in the balance, you'd be more forgiving," I interjected. She looked as if she might beat me up. "I'm going to save him. So let go of your grudge and listen to me."

I told them almost everything. How I needed to go to the hospital so that Bonnie didn't kill Xavier or Thing. I told them that she wanted me and left out that it was the necklace hanging from my neck she actually desired. "I need help with a distraction in next block to get away from Weems." I looked over at the door. The principal stood there too.

She watched us suspiciously. Ajax let out a laugh. We both looked up at him with confusion. "We need to seem normal," he pointed out.

"Normal is laughing when your roommate was careflighted and at death's door?" I asked.

He scratched his head, "I panicked. Sorry."

I inhaled the scent of sweat, axe body spray, and the sparing suits. "I'm leaving next block."

"And how are you going to leave the school and get there in time?" Bianca asked in doubt.

This was the rather exciting part I had been waiting for. "I'll take Weems' car." A vehicle she couldn't drive since she died and one that was still parked in the staff principal parking spot. No one wanted to broach the subject of moving it. "I'll be gone before they realize it."

Ajax pinched his lips, "Can you drive?"

"Yes," I lied. That was a bridge I'd cross when I got to it.

The bell rang. Bianca and Ajax flanked me. Weems followed behind. We couldn't come up with a topic of conversation as we made our way to the greenhouse. Everything just seemed wrong to chat about.

"Wednesday," my aunt approached. Her hand rested on my shoulder. Whatever she was going to say, slipped away. She looked into my eyes knowingly. "Be safe. Do it the Frump way, not the Addams," she winked. Having a family of psychics had its ups and downs.

At least she wasn't putting a stop to it.

I sat down at my desk. The empty seat beside me seemed to glare. "Today we will be spreading out in the warehouse for a plant scavenger hunt," Ophelia spoke, putting her actual lesson plan in her desk. Perhaps I didn't mind having my aunt as my teacher.

I stood up and took the list from her before going into the greenhouse. Weems went to follow me, when Ajax stepped in the way. "Principal, may I ask you a question." He distracted her as I picked up my pace.

Ophelia already was unlocking the back door. She looked as though she wanted to hug me, but she restrained. She was like mother that way, respecting my boundaries.

I was off, escaping to Bonnie.