Wenclair

~28~

Suddenly, I have an idea. I take out my phone, hoping not to get noticed, and set it up secretly and press record. I'll just video this lesson and show her after school. She'd be thankful.

I scoot closer to her, laying a hand on her shoulder, and using my thumb to rub it.

You'll be okay.

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Wednesday sits down next to me at the table. She's been sleeping every class and luckily, I have been there to record. I left her behind to walk to the quad since she was walking slowly. I don't think she minded.

"Are you okay?" I ask her again once she sits.

"Yeah, I guess I was just tired." Her voice sounds more better and her face is back to the color it was always.

"Girl, you look dead." Yoko points out the obvious.

I told her what happened this morning in class. "Girl, you better shut up before I snatch those Willy Wonka glasses off your face." Wednesday mimics.

Good old Wednesday is back.  Wait, oh my god.

"Did Wednesday Addams just use modern slang?" I screech.

Wens rolls her eyes. "Nonsense." She replies.

I huff and look down at the table. "Don't say anything." I hear her whisper in my ear.

I smile again before looking up at Yoko. I notice Layla and Jason walking over. I wave at them and Layla waves back with a smile. I see Yoko looking nervous.

"Girl, calm yourself. Just act normal." I say to her quickly before they arrive.

Once they arrive, Jason automatically starts talking to Wednesday. As me and the girls are talking, I try to eavesdrop on their conversation. But they're talking about murder.

Ew.

At least Wednesday's looking better.

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Wednesday's POV

I feel much better. I think I was just really tired. Or maybe it was also the medicine. Classes ended and I sat on my bed, waiting for Enid to come back.

I recently started to listen to crime podcasts on my phone. Only that. I have to play them out loud since I don't have those thingies that go in your ears. Headphones, I think Enid called them.

Enid gets very annoyed by the podcasts, too. But that doesn't stop me. I turn one of them on and listen to it. A serial killer was able to kill over 20 people before they got caught.

That's a new record.

I remind myself to note that down later. Probably after our date. The door opens and Enid comes in. I turn the podcast off so I don't need to annoy her. I don't want a whiny brat at our date.

"Hey, Wens! You feeling better now?" She asks for the third time today.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm better now." I say for like the millionth time.