Wednesday

Chapter 1: Introduction

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Nancy Reagan High School was your typical average high school, filled with typical average classes, typical average teachers, and typical average students.

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Well, except for one...

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One 17 year-old boy stood out immensely from the rest of the crowd. He had pitch black hair, black eyes, and pale skin. He wore black pants, and a white collared shirt with a black long sleeved sweater over it. His face held a cold, blank expression as his black dress shoes clicked against the tiled floor of the hallway he was walking down.

All the kids who saw him coming, moved out of his way, and he blankly glanced around at his fellow peers.

"I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools..."

He glanced at a group of girls who gave him judgmental looks.

"...run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago..."

The boy glanced at some worn down teachers who also gave him weird looks.

"...but I admire the sadism."

The school bell rang, and the boy noticed some jocks laughing and snickering as they walked away from a locker. He approached the locker and noticed how it had crude words and drawings on it.

He opened it, and a young boy in black shorts, and a white and black striped shirt fell out of the locker and onto the floor. He had been tied up, and had an apple shoved in his mouth.

The boy's face didn't falter as he knelt down and pulled the apple out of the kid's mouth.

"I want names." He demanded.

"I don't know who they were, honest. It all happened so fast." The younger one whimpered.

"Pugsley, emotion equals weakness. Pull yourself together." The boy ordered as he untied him. Pugsley kept whimpering. "Now."

He grabbed Pugsley's hands, and suddenly his head flew back, and he was hit by a vision.

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The jocks all laughed at Pugsley and mocked him as they held his arms and tied him up.

"You scared, kid? Scared?"

They shoved him in the locker and stuck an apple in his mouth, before laughing and shutting the door.

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The boy's head jerked forward, and Pugsley looked up at him concerned. "You okay?" He asked.

"I'm not about to confess to my brother that I've recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying after-burn."

He looked down at his brother and stood up. "Leave this to me." He said.

"Wednesday? What are you gonna do?" Pugsley asked.

The boy named Wednesday turned to face his brother.

He gave him a small smirk. "What I do best."

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Wednesday climbed the stairs that lead to the pool where the jocks were practicing.

One of them took notice of his arrival. "Yo, Dalton, look. 'Pigsley's' brother." He pointed.

Wednesday stood at the edge of the pool and stared down at the jocks.

"Hey freak!" Dalton called. "This is a closed practice."

He and the other jocks laughed, even though he didn't say anything funny, but Wednesday was unfazed.

"The only person who gets to torture my brother is me." He announced.

He lifted up his arms to reveal two bags filled with piranhas in each hand. Immediately the jocks faces fell, and they scrambled to get out of the pool.

Wednesday dropped the bags in, releasing the piranhas, who swam after the jocks.

Dalton managed to get to the ladder, but it was too late. One of the piranhas got ahold of him, and the pool water turned red, as he screamed in pain.

Wednesday just stood at the edge of the pool, watching the scene with a wicked smirk on his face.

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