Snippets And Conversations

False Accusations

Wednesday faints in gym class

"Wake up, Wednesday!" Larissa called from the kitchen. Wednesday rolled over in her bed, groaning. "C'mon, gym is in two hours." She opened the door to the teens room, holding a pan still popping with grease.

"I don't want to." Wednesday mumbled into her black pillow. She cursed herself for waking up big. Why does her mind think gym class is an acceptable time to make her aware of her fine motor skills? "Stupid brain."

Larissa clicked the tongs on the pan, "You have five minutes, missy." She walked out of the room, going to finish breakfast. Rolling over, Wednesday stared up at the ceiling, contemplating life for a minute before dragging her weary legs out of bed. As she stood up, the room spun around her for a second. The moody teenager shook her head violently to get rid of the repulsive sensation, trudging over to the wardrobe and yanking out her uniform.

Once she was dressed, Wednesday sulkily slammed the door to her room and went into the kitchen. Larissa held out a plate with bacon and eggs, smiling sweetly at her sullen teenager who begrudgingly accepted the offer of breakfast. Sitting down on one of the barstools, Wednesday fought back nausea as she wolfed down her eggs and picked at the bacon, complaining that it was "too greasy".

"Would you prefer school food?" Weems asked as she bit into said bacon. She made a face, putting it down. "How do you like the food?"

"It's great!" Enid said as she munched on the meat. Wednesday almost flew ten feet in the air,

"Where the fuck did you come from?!" Wednesday shrieked, hand on table to stabilise herself.

Enid giggled, "I've been here the whole time!" She was sitting in the black highchair, just behind Wednesday.

"Why are you in the high chair?" Wednesday questioned as she sat back down at the table.

The blonde shrugged, "I didn't wanna take your seat or Ms.Weems'."

The goth's eyes levelled, pointing to the woman who was standing, plate in hand. Weems stopped mid bite.

"What?" The woman raised an eyebrow, "Oh! Enid if your more comfortable in the normal seat, I'm sure Wednesday wouldn't mind swapping-"

"You are literally standing and eating, Mom." Wednesday rolled her eyes, taking another bite out of the greasy bacon.

With a strip of bacon still between her teeth, Larissa plonked herself down on one of the stools, nodding smugly at Wednesday. The teenager sighed, deciding to ignore any further attempts at conversation from the others as she focused all of her attention on the eggs.

Enid and Larissa chatted with each other as Wednesday continued to sulk in the corner of the room for a while, before ditching her plate and returning to her bedroom.

"Someone's in a mood, huh?" Enid raised an eyebrow, and Larissa gave her a sly smile in response.

"This is a daily occurance, darling."

Once the bacon on her plate was all gone, Enid glanced at the contraption she was currently seated in. She wiggled the lock, lifted the tray and admitted defeat.

"Um, Miss Weems? Can I have some help, please?"

"Oh, sorry." Larissa grabbed the keys from the countertop, unlocking all four of the padlocks on Wednesday's highchair.

"Why did you lock me in here?"

"Force of habit." Weems shrugged. "Wednesday... escapes a lot. At least I can catch her faster with more locks."