As The Woe Turns: A World Before Woe

The Waiting Game W.A

Wednesday was in limbo. She hated limbo. She was stuck in a cycle of perpetual waiting. A decision needed to be made, and it needed to be made now because, Wednesday Friday Addams hated waiting. Patients was not a virtue she possessed.

Waiting for what though? Wednesday huffed through her nose. Nothing she really wanted to be waiting for. Waiting for someone else to make a decision on her behalf that she would most certainly hate, and had little to no say in. A decision that would obviously impact her entire future no less.

The waiting was honestly the worst part of being expelled. Yes Wednesday was once again expelled. That makes eight schools in five years now. Quite impressive if you asked her. Quite bothersome if you asked her parents. So Wednesday never asked.

It was different this time though too. It was her biggest offense to date. Someone had actually gotten really hurt. If you could count losing a testicle as getting really hurt that is. She did the world a favor. Still, the boy's family had threatened to file attempted murder charges. The audacity. Wednesday scoffed. She had been too focused on getting sweet poetic justice for Pugsley. She released a small school of hungry piranhas into the pool during the swim team's water polo practice. It was miraculous. The panic, the screams, the blood. They brought a genuine smile to her face. Which means, it scared the shit out of everyone in that room even more and heightened Wednesday's enjoyment ten fold.

There was also a slight miscalculation made on her part though. The team were all better swimmers than she had thought. It was a wonder. They hadn't won a match in years apparently. It appeared they just lacked the proper motivation it was not a lack of athleticism. Unfortunately. She had been hoping for at least casualty, one capital murder charge. But things did not go her way. Instead the state of New Jersey classified her as dangerous, and a menace. 'The powers that be' wanted her gone. They wanted Wednesday as far away as possible. They wanted her out of New Jersey in a boarding school. Preferably one with iron bars, but beggars can't be choosers. They never even asked what prompted such a bold move on her part. Nor did they care.

They didn't care that for the entirety of the first two weeks of school those hooligans had been torturing her younger brother. Her last straw was finding Pugsley trussed up like a Christmas hog ready for the spit and shoved into his locker with an apple stuffed into his mouth. He had refused to name names or to seek help from the proper authorities so Wednesday was forced to take matters into her own hands. Now she had no place left to go. It was bitter sweet. Wednesday would have to leave.

Maybe that's what was taking her parents so long. Maybe the state would get lucky and the whole damn Addams clan would relocate. Cemetery and all. Ha not likely. Luck simply was not on their side. That was never going to happen. They would never leave the ancestral Addams grounds. They would send Wednesday away first. The traitors. So, essentially Wednesday was on lockdown. House arrest complete with itchy electronic ankle monitor until either her next court date or her parents found her a suitable school.

Names had been thrown around. There was the academy her Aunt Ophelia and some of her Frump/Spellman cousins attended. The academy focused on the dark arts with no real educational resources. When the students came of age they would have to write their name in THE book, pledging themselves to the darkness. It sounded most promising. However, her mother refused stating Wednesday needed the basis of a degree seeking program emphasizing the importance of college and further education. The path Morticia had taken. All the good it had done her as nothing more than a wife and mother.

There was also the distinguished military school some Addams cousins had attended. It was where her father nearly attended. Her father had refused this time stating where he would usually encourage Wednesday's more violent tendencies giving her access to impressionable youngsters, and an exorbitant amount of weapons was probably not a good idea. Then he said something about a Napoleon complex and world domination with an uneasy chuckle.