Woe it's Wenclair

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Wednesday

I wake up to the nauseating noise of my new cell phone device. I only check it because it might be important.

Enid-
Good morning :)

No. It isn't important.

Wednesday-
I'm busy, is everything ok? If so I need to go. I spent too much time on this phone already.

Enid-
Oh, yeah! Sorry. I'll stop texting you.

Is she upset? I'm not one for emotions, and over messages with only words and no body language it's near impossible. I suppose I'll just ask.

Wednesday-
Are you upset?

No response. Interesting. Is she avoiding me? Usually texting is a 24/7 addiction for her. This is more confusing than finding out who the murderer was. I want to walk away, but I'm too curious for my own good. I suppose it's that. It's not like I care.

I press the call button. It rings multiple times before she picks up.

"Hello?" Her voice sounds a bit shaky, or maybe it's just the audio. These confusing devices, I swear.

"Hello."

"I thought you were busy."

"You're angry."

"No! I mean- I'm sorry. There's just stuff going on and-"

"What kind of 'stuff'?"

"Nothing to worry about just family things. It's my fault anyways."

"How is it your fault if it's family things?"

"I don't know Wednesday, I-"

"How can you not know?"

"I know, it's just that- I'm sure you've got a lot going on, you shouldn't have to deal with my problems-"

"Isn't that what friends do?"

There's a pause. Why did I say that? It's not like I was trying to be nice, I'm actually wondering. Doesn't sound like my kind of thing, listening to others, but I'm in debt to Enid. She saved me.

"I guess."

"So what's been going on?"

"Uhm. So, I kind of haven't told my family I've wolfed out."

"Why not? You've wanted to forever. It's a big achievement, especially after saving the school."

"I wouldn't say that." She says. There's a feeble attempt of a laugh.

"But-"

"I guess it's just that I'm scared of what will happen next. What if they pull me from school or, or, something bad?"

Huh. I hadn't thought of this.

"I see."

"You know, that's not very comforting."

"Oh, well, " I don't know what to say. "You'll be ok."

"You don't know that."

This is true. I don't know how to comfort people. Most of the time the things people say aren't true in the slightest. She doesn't find comfort in this now. She wants the truth.

"I promise that nothing will happen to you under my watch."

She doesn't say anything. Have I said something wrong?

"You know, since I'm in debt to you, and-"

"No. It's ok."

What's ok? Oh no. she's crying.