Chapter 8: Craft Time 🎨🖍️

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Enid Sinclair and Wednesday Addams had decided to spend the afternoon indulging in one of their favorite activities—crafting. Armed with an array of colorful supplies, they sat at their desk, ready to unleash their creativity.

Enid's eyes sparkled with excitement as she sorted through the piles of paper, markers, and glitter. "Wenny, what should we make first?"

Wednesday glanced at the supplies, her expression thoughtful. "How about we make friendship bracelets? We can exchange them as a symbol of our bond."

Enid's face lit up with delight. "That sounds perfect, Wenny! I'll make yours extra special."

They set to work, carefully selecting their colors and patterns. Enid chose vibrant shades of pink and purple, while Wednesday opted for darker hues of black and red. As they wove the threads together, their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories.

As they finished their bracelets, Enid admired their handiwork. "Wenny, wook! They're so pwetty!"

Wednesday nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips. "Indeed, Enid. Now, let's exchange them."

They clasped each other's hands, slipping the bracelets onto their wrists. Enid's heart swelled with joy as she looked down at her bracelet, knowing that it was a symbol of their unbreakable bond.

"Tank you for being my fwiend, Wenny," Enid said softly, her eyes shining with emotion.

Wednesday squeezed her hand gently, her dark eyes full of warmth. "And thank you for being mine, Enid. I cherish our friendship more than words can express."

As they sat together, basking in the glow of their friendship, Enid felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. She knew that no matter what challenges life threw their way, she had Wednesday by her side, supporting her every step of the way.

And as they continued to craft together, their laughter filling the room, Enid couldn't help but feel grateful for the beautiful, gothic girl who had become her everything. With Wednesday by her side, she knew that every moment would be filled with love, laughter, and endless creativity.

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