Wednesday

Chapter 2: Extracurricular Activity

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Wednesday sat at his desk in his dorm and was furiously typing away at his typewriter.

"I've always hated the expression 'write what you know.' It's a hall pass for the imagination-impaired."

Wednesday stopped typing, grabbed the piece of paper from the machine and crumpled it up.

"But when your life becomes a twisted mystery..."

Wednesday grabbed the page that Rowan had showed him, and held it up to his face, and noticed something when his lamp shined onto it. In the corner of the page, there was a symbol of a flower with a skull in the middle.

"...maybe it's time to lean into it."

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Wednesday burst into Principal Weem's office.

"I need to speak with Rowan. I can't find him." Wednesday demanded.

"It won't be possible, I'm afraid. He's been expelled." Weems told him, without looking up from her computer.

"For what?" Wednesday asked incredulously.

"Never you mind. He'll be on the first train out this afternoon. What were you and (Y/n) doing out in the woods with him in the first place?"

"I told you already. We heard a noise and we went to investigate." He repeated.

Weems scoffed. "That excuse might have placated the sheriff, but you can't fool me. You had a psychic vision, didn't you?"

Wednesday didn't reply, which confirmed her suspicions.

"I realized you might be having them when we passed by the accident and you knew that poor farmer had broken his neck. Your mother stared having visions around your age. They were notoriously unreliable and dangerous. I remember at first, she thought she might be losing her mind. Have you spoken to her about them?"

Wednesday fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Clearly the person withholding information here is you."

"May I go now?" Wednesday asked, wanting to escape this interrogation.

"Not until you've picked your extracurricular activity. We want our students to be well-rounded." Weems smiled.

"I prefer to remain sharp-edged." Wednesday told her.

Weems ignored that last comment. "I've taken the liberty of putting together a list of clubs that have openings." She handed him a clipboard.

Wednesday looked down at the list with slight disgust. "How thoughtful."

"You need to have picked one by the end of the day. I'll be keeping my eye on you. No doubt you'll find something that tickles your fancy."

Wednesday reluctantly picked up the clip board. "The last person who tickled me lost a finger." He said, as he left.

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