Black & White || Wenclair

Chapter 1 | Wednesday | Return to Nevermore

"I can't believe my little storm cloud decided to go back to Nevermore." I watch as my father wept next to my mother. It's unbearable to watch. "I'm going to miss you so much." His eyes glisten as more tears form. I look away, trying not to cringe. My mother wraps an arm around my father, patting him and laying her head on his. I can't stand watching those two being all lovey-dovey in front of me, especially before I go back.

"Wednesday." I turn to face my mother. We make eye contact for a few seconds until she finally speaks. "The family is going to miss you." I give her one nod, then look away. "I don't want you getting into messes like last year." I turn to her once more, giving her one nod again, but this time not looking away. "I want you to be on your best behavior. Treat everyone else with respect." I stare at her this time, sighing. "Don't worry, mother." I respond. I would've said, 'I'm not like you.' or 'I'm better than you.' But after the incident, we've just gotten closer. I hate to admit it, but I don't dislike my mother as much as I used to. More like tolerate, per se. Besides, if I did say those things, she'd give a lecture and I wasn't in the mood for that.

After 45 minutes, we arrive at Nevermore. It looks the exact same as it did several months ago. I mean, I wasn't expecting anything new in that short amount of time. I noticed there is new security. I doubt regular security guards can really protect a school full of students that have crazy powers.

I turn to Lurch and nod at him to signal that he can start bringing my suitcases inside. He groans, picking up both my suitcases. I help him by getting my typewriter case.

"Do you need us to walk you, mi araña?" My father asks. I shake my head no. I'm not about to be made a laughing stock around my peers. I walk towards my brother as I noticed he looked sad. "Gonna miss you, sis. This summer was great. I'll see you on the holidays. You're my hero." He pats my shoulder and gets inside the car, knowing that I won't say anything.
"We'll be inside the car waiting for Lurch. Text us when you are finished putting your things away. We love you." My mother says. I nod, and proceeded to walk inside the school.

After a few minutes of pushing through erratic students and the glares I received, I finally made it to my dorm. I sigh before opening it.

"Enid?" I stare at her in a small shock. She looks at me from her phone as she's lying on her stomach. "I wasn't expecting you to be here so early." She already had everything neatly put away. "I came back a couple days ago." She says as she turns back to her phone. I nod. "May I ask why so early?" She sighs and turns off her phone, turning to look at me once again. "Because my mom is a piece of shit." I take the hint and nod.

I walk towards my side of the room, putting my typewriter case on the desk. "You can put my cases on the floor next to my bed, Lurch. You won't need to put my things away. You work hard enough." He groans in appreciation and does what he says, putting them down carefully. "I'll see you soon." I tell him. Lurch groans and walks out of my dorm, leaving Enid and I alone.

I sit on the chair next to my desk trying to figure out what to take out first. I decided the easiest would be taking out my typewriter, so I do just that. I gently open the buttons and then the case, seeing the most amazing object I could ever own. I admire it until taking it out, putting it gently onto the desk. I put the case under my bed and proceeded with my suitcases.

I took out different pieces of clothing and put them in my drawer. I do this for about 5 minutes or so until I heard Enid sniffling. "Enid?" I say as I'm folding some of my clothes, not looking at her. She sniffles more and I give in, sighing and putting the clothes I had in my hands down on my bed. I look to see what's going on. She's crying.

She cries softly into one of her squishmallows, I believe they're called. I don't really know how to comfort someone when they are crying. She doesn't look up at all. I purse my lips, contemplating whether to go up to her or not.