Woe it's Wenclair

Private Jet

Thanks for the support guys, it means a lot. Probably won't discontinue this soon.

Enid
Well. This is embarrassing. At least she's touching me, though. No. Don't think about that.

"Her mother did that?" Mrs. Addams questions.

"Yes. You want to leave, let's take her away from her mother. It's almost the full moon, I don't want her mother around if by chance she doesn't turn."

Right. That would be nice.

Wednesday releases me.

"I don't think we can take her from her mother-" Mrs. Addams starts.

"Oh, she doesn't even like me. She'd be glad!" I reply.

Mrs. Addams looks at me in pity.

"Im sure she doesn't-"

"No, watch this." I say, walking towards my mom.

"Mom? I'm going to leave with the Addams, ok?" I mutter.

She just hums in response.

"See?" I say, turning to Mrs. Addams.

"You're leaving, Enid?" My father calls.

"Uh, yes, I'll be back soon. I'll text you."

"Oh, alright. Be safe." He says solemnly.

"At least he's almost almost adequate." Wednesday remarks.

"Well if we are leaving, we'll take the jet. Enid, dear, I think it's best if you pack necessities for a few days." Mrs. Addams says.

I nod, and head to my room.

"We'll be back after the full moon, Mr. Sinclair. Don't worry." Mr. Addams announces.

"Thank you."

I feel a bittersweet feeling as I run down the hall. I wish they'd care more, but it's nice to spend time with Wednesday's family.

Wednesday
I'm going to kill them. I'm going to kick her brothers heads in two, then I'll tie Enid's poor excuse of a mother up upside down and slowly watch as she bleeds to death. Her father might be spared. It seems she likes him.

"Wednesday, are you alright? You're grinding your teeth like when you had a fever in Panama." Father asks.

"I'm fine." I say, trying to relax myself.

In ten long minutes (it might as well have been hours) Enid comes walking towards us.

"Here's your stuff Wednesday." She says, handing me my bags.

"Oh. I forgot about these. Sorry."

"It's all right." She says, smiling.

I nod back.

There's something so addicting about her smile. It's like when I got my first grave digging kit and couldn't stop digging up graves. I lived for the thrill. It was exhilarating.

"Ready to go?" My mother asks.

"Uh, yes, do you guys have your stuff?"

"Yes, we have our things in the jet." My father replies

"Ok, cool! Um, bye dad!" Enid calls.

"Bye Enid. Good luck." He responds.

We walk out the door, my parents holding hands, Pugsley following, Enid after, and lastly, me. I glare at Enid's mother before closing the door.

"I've never been in a jet. Or a private jet. Is that the same thing? I don't know. How does it work? Never mind, don't tell me, the answer will be too long. Is it lighter than the air? Wait a second, does air weigh at all?" Enid rambles, trailing off.