The black screen suddenly lights up.
Nancy Reagan High School spelled out across the top of the plain looking building. The sky is bright blue in the background. A bunch of colorfully dressed teenagers with insane haircuts are filtering into the building.
“Oh! Normie school… interesting.” Enid pipes up, cocking her head to the side in intrigue.
An intimidating music score playing in the background.
This causes some of the Nevermore students to share a look… what’s about to happen.
It then cuts to the inside, a bust dedicated to Nancy Reagan the centerpiece of the shot.
You can hear teenage boys laughing in the background over the music.
A head of dark hair, braided perfectly in two walks right past the bust. Her heels click ominously as she walks.
“My little viper!” Gomez coos seeing his daughter on the screen.
The crowd parts like the red sea around her. Her dead stare warning everyone off of interacting with her. However, people stare, point, and laugh as she walks down the hallway. Her eyes roaming left and right continuously.
Tyler laughs under his breath. Sure the girl seems a little kooky but is all this really necessary?
Wednesday Inner Voice: I’m not sure who’s twisted idea it was… to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools.
A group of girls, dressed in pastels, look on almost in contempt at the one dressed in black.
Wednesday’s Inner Voice: Run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago
A group of teachers looks on in disdain, showing just as much apathy and disgust as the teenagers around them.
Wednesday’s Inner Voice: But I admire the sadism.
Tyler busts out laughing, causing everyone to look at him.
“No. That is the most accurate way to describe high school that I have ever heard. I definitely don’t appreciate the sadism but the actual description was hilarious.’’
Wednesday doesn’t let her face change but she is very curious as to why he is laughing at something she said. Most kids laugh at her, but not in a nice way or think she’s funny.
The bell rings but Wednesday keeps walking, her heels clicking, she comes up on a row of lockers where a group of boys in varsity jackets are laughing and pounding each other on the back as they walk away.
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Fanfiction"There is a catch, in order to go back you must watch these clips of the future, and before anybody asks, no, they are not visions. These are genuine records of what would happen on your future had I not brought you here." Or, the characters from We...
