From another reality

Chapter eleven

Author's note: any anime shows or photos here don't belong to me. Nor does the Wednesday show. Sorry for not updating these past few weeks; there was a lot going on.

(Warning: crussing and maybe blood in here)

   Wednesday stares at Enid with a serious face and said, "I know... Which leads me to believe I've been losing my mind. It's not nearly as fun as I had anticipated.

   "You're Nevermore's gossip queen. What's Rowan's story?" ,Wednesday asks.

   "Other than being a weird loner... Uh...No offense."

   "None taken" ,Alba answers with a smile.

   "Xavier Thorpe's his roommate. If you had a cell phone, you could just text him and ask him. Would you rather have Alba do it for you?" ,Enid states. Moving her body to be in front of the taller girl, "I just remembered that you have a phone; why don't you just text him?"

   "Well, I may have a phone, but I don't have Xavier's phone number. I got my phone way after me and Xavier met" ,Alba expresses, giving an apologizing look to Wednesday.

   "That's a disappointment; once again, it's proven to me that cellphones are useless devices" ,Wednesday scoffs. Alba just stick out her tongue at her causing Wednesday only rolls her eyes at Alba's foolish.

    They're dragged out of their little moment when they hear Enid yell out, "Yoko. Come on! Flare those whiskers. The Poe Cup droops for no one!"

    "What is the Poe Cup anyway?" ,Wednesday questions.

   "My entire reason for living right now... Part canoe race, part foot chase—no rules. Each dorm has to pick an Edgar Allan Poe short story for inspiration. If you guys want, you could grab some brushes. Ms.Thornhill just ordered pizza. Want to take a stab at being social?" ,Enid squeals.

     "I do like stabbing" ,Wednesday states, "but the social part, not so much. Besides, it'll cut into my writing time."

     "No worries. What about you, Alba?" ,Enid asks the Alpha girl.

     "Hell yeah! I will never turn down some free food. Or the opportunity to spend more time with my favorite werewolf" ,Alba cheers.

     Enid smiles at Alba's positivity; Wednesday sighs in annoyance.

     "Well then, see you later, Wednesday. However, can you promise that you will be at the lakeside cheering us to victory on race day?"

Wednesday sends her a deadpanned look.

    "Or you can just glare uncomfortably. Whatever works for you" ,Enid mentions and sends a wink at Wednesday, causing the goth girl to blush.

   Wednesday turns around to leave, not before she hears Alba shout, "Au revoir, mon Dahlia noir!"(means goodbye, my black dahlia in French).

—Time skip—

    Wednesday was sitting in her desk, trying to continue her story. At that very moment she was stuck.

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

    But when your life becomes a twisted mystery... maybe it's time to lean into it. Wednesday's thoughts were interrupted by a door swinging open. She turns around to see her next unfortunate victim who will meet their untimely demise.

    "Hey Wednesday!" ,Alba greets the shorter girl.

     Wednesday only sigh, "must you cause so much noise; every-time you enter this room?"

     "Wednesday, you know me by now. I love to make a entrance!"

     "Hm, now that you're here, I am going to see to Principal Weems. Would you like to come?" ,Wednesday asks.

     "Sure!" ,Alba replies. The two girl leave their dorm in search of a certain tall white haired woman. They find her in Principle office, typing on her computer.

     "We need to speak with Rowan. I can't find him anywhere" ,Wednesday states.

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

     "For what?" ,Alba asks her.

   "Never mind you. He'll be on the first train out this afternoon... Wednesday, what were you doing out in the woods with him?" ,Weems voices.

   "I told you already. I heard a noise, and I went to investigate. Alba followed me."

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

      Alba and Wednesday said nothing, Weems finally looks up and stares at Wednesday, "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 started having visions around your age. They were notoriously unreliable and dangerous."

      She continues, "I remember at first, she thought she might be losing her mind"

    "Have you spoken to her about them?" ,Weems asked.

      "Clearly the person withholding information here is you" ,Alba response for Wednesday, "may we go now?"

     "Not until you both pick an extracurricular activity" ,Weems states. "We want our students to be well-rounded."

     "I'd prefer to remain sharp-edged" ,Wednesday remarks.

     Weems keep her fake smile on and said, "I took the liberty of putting together a list of clubs that have openings."

     "How thoughtful" ,Wednesday said in annoyance.

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

     "The last person who tickled me lost a finger" ,Wednesday declares. When Alba heard this, a devious idea came up; she moves to behind Wednesday. Alba reach for Wednesday's hips and starts to tickle, Wednesday quickly turn around, pulling out her pocket knife. Alba see this and makes a run for it.

     "Ahhhhhhhh! Wednesday, I just playing around! ... please don't hurt me!" ,Alba yells in fear as she dodges Wednesday's attempts to cut her.

      "Alba Eulalie Addams! I'll hunt you down and gut you like fish!" ,Wednesday shouts as she chases the taller girl.

     Weems just sigh, these girls are going be so much trouble for her.