Woe it's Wenclair

Mother

Wednesday

When I wake, Enid smiles.

"Good morning." She sings.

Her voice is wound with tiredness.

"Morning," I respond.

"Mmmm no good?" She pouts.

I roll my eyes. "Good morning, Enid."

"There you go."

I gaze into her eyes for a moment, before looking at her messy hair.

"Your hair," I mumble.

"Is it bad?" She laughs.

I take a strand of her hair and gently wind it between my fingertips before tucking it behind her ear. When my gaze travels back to her face, her cheeks are tinted pink and she looks at me with some sort of intensity.

I take this as a bad thing and begin to pull away. She grabs my wrist.

"Can you..." She swallows. I don't know if I imagine her eyes dropping to my lips.

"Yes?"

"Can you walk me to class?" She blurts.

"Yes," I say, surprised.

"What's your first class?" I respond, trying to sit up in her bed without pulling her hand away.

"Uh, math, I think," She replies, sitting up with me.

"Okay."

Nothing is said for a bit. Her hand has moved to mine and I've been holding it. I look at her clock. Breakfast starts in half an hour.

"We should get ready," I announce.

"Yeah."

I pull my hand away as I stand up, moving towards my side of the room to grab my clothes.

As I grab my blazer I glance over at Enid, watching her brush her hair.

I feel a bit sad at the sight. It looked cute all messy. Wait. Cute? Who the hell am I becoming? I shake my head and head to the bathroom. As I get ready I think of what life back here will be like. I fret at the idea of students gawking and smiling at me because of the events that occurred before break.

I calm myself by knowing that I can always stab them, but then I remember Enid wouldn't like that. Needless to say, I walk out of the bathroom looking sour.

"You okay?" Enid asks, eyebrow raised.

"I am not prepared for the unavoidable attention due to everything that happened before break."

Enid winces. "Oh, right."

"You didn't think about that?"

"...no."

"I always have a knife..." I offer.

"Absolutely not."

"I thought you might say that." I sigh.

"So you're listening to me now?"

"No."

"Yes you are!"

"Go get changed."