This is wrong (wenclair)

Unexpected change

Wednesday's pov:

it's been a while now, holidays have come to an end and I can't shake off the nouseous feeling of returning back to Nevermore, The academy that my parents made me go to, also the one I've been trying to escape from tons of times, but it seemed to capture my eye with the brutal homicides that were made near the academy, which intreguide me surprisensly. Somehow I ended up being a part of it, that made me want to not escape the school and as much I hate to admit but my parents were right, this school became pleasant to attend.

Now I find myself at the entrance of the academy, it doesn't seem to change, everything was exacting how it was left.

My walk through the hallway of the school got many stares, the way my black heels sounded at the touch of the old wooden floor as I walked. The only black striped jacket in a place full of purples'.

Being the hero of this school was not a pleasant feeling, I don't like to depend on someone. That explains all the admiration stares I was getting through the hallway. I'd never expect myself to have an important role in this school. It's not unsettling nor overwhelming, guess saving the school hyped my fame.

As I reach the principal stairs I find myself looking at the big pictures of the past teachers who guided this school, looking up at them I saw a new picture showing Mrs. Weems in it. A nostalgic feeling crossed my thoughts. One thing I admired about that woman was the care and love she shared for this school.

Finally reaching my dorm, as soon as I put my hand on the doorknob, I think back to how many times I've walked in and out of this door, the same door where I escaped holding a bloody Thing on the brink of death, the same door where I reported all my unsolved cases, and the same door where my lair would be for ten months of the school year.

it was empty, at least my side was. Of course Lurch would have trouble coming up stairs to put back all my luggage, as I wait for him I took a look at the other side of the room, the coloured one.

The bed is perfectly done with lots of horrendous stuffed animals that make my eyes bleed every time my eyes lay on them. I wandered my gaze on her side finally landing on her desk, which had many coloured type of markers, a pink lamp, some childish drownings on some wrapped paper.

oh, I guess she arrived before me then.

As I look up I find a picture of me and her somehow taken when we were dressed up as the 'Black cats' for the famous competition.  I've evolved since we last met, and I think if I ever saw this picture when we first met I would gently tear the stuffed animals' head off. But somehow now I tolerate it, after that night where she completely wolfed out when I was fighting with the Hyde, and saving my life at that very moment, made me evolve my perspective of Enid.

In a good way.

I walked in the middle of the room looking forward to the two-sided window, admiring how the dust got the best part of the glass. I rubbed my index finger onto the glass and watched the dust now in my finger. Suddenly I hear the handle of the door twisting so I assume Lurch has arrived with my luggage.

"Make sure to set my typewriter correctly" I demanded, with my gaze still on the window. But my brow frowned as I didn't hear Lurch's footsteps through the room so I finally turned around.

And I find Enid surprisingly, my head tilts slightly to the side observing an unexpected change. Her blonde hair paired with two black bow tweezers, I assume she had them cut looking at her bangs. Her colorful makeup highlighted her blue eyes and black eyeliner. I noticed her shorter school jacket accompanied with a white shirt underneath with a black bow at the neck.

"Howdy roomie!" Exclaimed with the canine yet comfortable smile of hers as she opens her arms as an attempt to approach me.

I looked down at her arms and my instinct demanded that I step back rejecting the attempt hug, but deep down there's a part of me that wishes I hadn't. But I would never admit that,

maybe someday.

I can see her eyes saddening for the reject but her smile was still.

"still not a hugger?" she asked almost to herself combined with a nervous laugh as I watched her stepping back from me.

"You have changed" I decided to point out to change the subject.

"You mean my hair? yeah well, I decided to cut it because it was boring and old-fashioned, how do I look?" She asked the last question exited. That question got me off guard as I noticed myself almost hesitating searching for an answer.

"different" my tone was still and monotone as always.

Before she could say anything else, I perceived a knock on the door, all of a sudden, Thing appeared coming out from under my bed to get the door, and as I presumed Lurch had finally arrived.

As I pack my things away I can hear Enid talking to Thing, I assume this is the first time they've seen each other after summer break. After positioning my typewriter I immediately sat down on my desk just to check if anything damaged the machine during the trip.

"Are you gonna write a whole new novel now that you're here?" Her tone was annoyed, and made sure she didn't like my writing time from last semester.

"I am afraid so" My sarcasm got the best of me, still paying attention to my typewriter. I hear some sighs coming from the other side of the room. After I checked everything was in place, I turned around on my chair now facing Enid's side, finding her doing Thing's nails done. My eyes rolled at the very childish act.

"Wednesday come here!! tell me whatcha think !!"

"I'm busy" I am not looking at that.

"come on!! it won't take anything!!! Don't you wanna see your friend's nails????"

I sighed to myself as I stood up from my chair now my feet guiding me to the bed in front of me. Enid took Thing in her hands and showed me his pink-purple-yellow nails.

"isn't it the coolest hand in the world?" She asked exited.

"no" I responded coldly.

"Looks like a rainbow vomited on your nails" I said as I attempted to turn my heels to go away.

"wait! what do you prefer, mines or Thing's?" She said showing me her hand compared to Thing.

A pink-red-purple colours appeared but my stare only admired the ring finger which was coloured black.

"none, can I go now?"

"come on, I saw you looking at my black nail, I know you prefer mineeee!" She got me.

"To be sincere that was the best choice of polish you could've made, I'm amazed." I admitted.

"I wonder why the sudden change" I say as I retire myself back to my side hoping that was the last sentence said.

"Kinda took inspiration from someone" I could feel her eyes on me as I walked away, and the after smile.

"I thought you considered me as a 'weird' person" I remembered while writing on my typewriter.

"oh you're weird. But now I'm considering your style, cause I would never like to stab or kill or even gut anyone." Enid confessed, as I perceive her fingers taping on her phone.

She can't see me but that made me smirk a little.

"I still think it's mutual." Referring her to the concept of being 'weird'.

And those were the last words said in that room. It was getting late and tomorrow we will have the new presentation of the current president and representation of Nevermore, which will open gates for the classes to begin. And with that I stood up from my chair, walking forward my bed finding a sleepy Enid on the other side of the room. I lay down, each hand touching my shoulders forming an 'x', and finally closing my eyes into a slight sleep.