Wenclair

~13~

Wednesday's POV:

I trudged to my classes, my limp giving me a problem. I'm getting annoyed and frustrated because of it. It's so annoying to have.

I reach my class and take my seat. Yoko and Enid sit at the table in front of me. Just a few more hours, then I'll be free.

I've been exhausted, ever since what happened to me. The wound seems to be healing, though, fortunately.

I take my notes in class, blocking out Enid from in front of me and the rest of the class chatters. I will not let this relationship ruin my perfect grades in school. Sorry, Enid.

Luckily, I was excused from most of the work I missed when I was in the hospital. Once I finished my notes, I sat back and sighed. I haven't been in school all last week, so I'll need to get used to it again.

I yawn, I think I'll take a nap once classes are done. I think I doze off anyway near the end of class. The bell rings and my eyes shoot open. I quickly pack my things and race out the door to my next class.

One more class, then I'm done.

Enid's POV:

I sit down at my next class, right as the bell rings. Wednesday isn't in this one, but she's in most of the others. Neither is Yoko.

I hate my last class, it's so lonely. Bianca's on the other side of the classroom, near the front. Xavier sits next to her but he isn't there. Right...

I wonder what Yoko is gonna do about him. Actually, I don't want to know. I could ask if I can sit next to her, but the teacher's very strict and he's probably going to say no.

I rest my head on my hand and let my thoughts drown out the class. The bell rings. Damn, was it that quick? How long was I zoned out for?

I grab my bag and head out the door and I see Bianca waiting there. "Girl, you good? You were like zoned out for the WHOLE class." She says as I approach her.

"Yeah, no I'm fine," I assure her. Bianca nods and gives me a smile before we go our separate ways.

Actually, all day I was thinking about this cool thing I should do. Take Wednesday on a date. I skip excitedly down the hall to our dorm. I open the door and skip in.

"Wednes-" I yell before I shush myself. Wednesday lies on her bed, not moving. Is she sleeping?

I tip-toe over to her bed and lean over her. Her eyes are closed and her breathing is soft and quiet. She's sleeping?

She literally slept for like five days straight! I roll my eyes. It's fine. That gives me more time to plan out without being that secretive.

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Wednesday's POV:

I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow. I have no idea why I'm tired, I slept for days. I think it's been a couple of hours once I woke up. I look at the opposite side of the room to find my roommate not present.

I stand and trot around the room. There's not a sign she's here... but there's a sign that she was here. I see a messy, but colorful, notebook on her bed.