As The Woe Turns: A World Before Woe

It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World

It's Sunday morning zero hour. Arrival at Nevermore Academy is eminent in approximately T minus five hours give or take...and counting...down.

In all actuality it was 830am sharp Sunday morning. The day Wednesday was leaving for her new school. Lurch had just pulled away from Addams Manor. Much to Wednesday's disapproval the entire immediate living Addams family minus her uncle was coming along for the ride to deliver her to the aforementioned educational institution. Superfluousness at its best if you asked her. What would they all do there? A show of force was not necessary. It was just another school. How bad could it really be? There would be no battles today. Wednesday was positive of that. She would have been better off on her own, or if absolutely necessary with perhaps her father only in tow. Though it would have taken some convincing to get him to part from her mother. Maybe both parents then, but Pugsley? Sheer ridiculousness. He was old enough to stay home alone. He was in high school after all. The entirety of the situation just seemed absurd to Wednesday.

Wednesday huffed in agitation. She was stuck. Trapped in the ninth circle of her own personal hell. It was always the same. Every trip. Every single one. Pugsley sat in the front with Lurch telling pointless, terrible jokes to try to get a response from the tall man unless Uncle Fester was joining them. In that case, Pugsley sat in the back. As far as she knew her Uncle Fester was on a job and not attending the trip. Either way, Wednesday was always relegated to the back on the bench seat facing her parents.

She wanted to gouge out her own eyes. She wanted to shove needles into her own ears. Listening to her parents warble along badly to classical Spanish music and Italian opera as they sung to each other like the love sick fools they were all the while being forced to watch as they could hardly keep their hands to themselves was interminable. It was the worst kind of sadistic torture she could imagine. Lucifer himself would not condone such behavior from his parents. It was base and crass behavior unbecoming their levels of intelligence. It was better left to private quarters yet here they were. There wasn't a sole currently alive in her world that could cause her to behave in such a degrading manner. It was enough to drive her mad. If only.

Wednesday tried to close her eyes and drift to sleep if only to escape the current situation she found herself in but her efforts proved fruitless. Frustrated she picked up the novel she had been reading from the bench beside her. She grumbled to herself as her parents made that impossible as well. She had read the same paragraph six times in a row before she finally gave up. Every time she would focus on the page one parent or the other would distract her with some piece of information or anecdote from their time at the cursed academy. She grumbled and growled several times but never fully vocalized her agitation.

Wednesday had spent the majority of the trip looking out the window at the swiftly passing scenery trying to block out everything going around her. Fester taught her meditation. He taught her how to be able to block out the madness of the world around her. He taught her how to be able to focus in on nothing. One of the many skills she possesses that benefited her well over the years as an Addams. It worked for a while. Giving her some much needed relief from the chaos she found herself submerged in as the car hurtled towards its final destination for the day.

Nearing the end of their trip her mother tried to strike up a conversation yet again about the benefits and perks of Nevermore Academy as her father nodded along. At first Wednesday tried to ignore her. Morticia persisted. She really knew how to get under Wednesday's skin. She brought up the case against her. Asking how the attempted murder charges would look on her permanent record had her father not taken the plea deal. Wednesday internally bristled. How dare she bring that up?! Wednesday asked Lurch to remind her parents that she was not on speaking terms with them instead of telling them directly. She knew that would bother her mother the most. Tit for tat. An exchange of verbal blows.