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Prompt:
Wednesday can't understand anything beyond "friendship"

Sometime, Wednesday woke up and was feeling relaxed, ready to disembowel anything that stepped her way throughout the day.

The other times were more often lately, the difference was that she woke up with nothing but the fire in her chest. Of course, it was just fake fire, but the feeling was there; her heart was burning.

Why? 

Not a clue.

"Miss Addams!" She heard, snapping her out of thoughts.

"Y-Yes?" Wednesday quickly replied, seeing everyone looking at her.

"I've been calling out to you for the past five minutes, and you didn't even look at me, nor did you wake up." The teacher, whose name Wednesday didn't know, nor did she want to know.

"I-" "No, no apologizing, you are going out of this class." The teacher said. 

"B-" "Now." 

Wednesday rolled her eyes, picked up her bag, and walked away from her seat, her steps being followed by every eye in the class.

"And I'll talk to the principal about your behavior, Miss Addams." The teacher said as Wednesday walked out of the classroom.

She didn't care; let there be a rain of pigs, she wouldn't care. The problem was; that it wasn't the first time. Her thoughts about why she sometimes felt fire in her chest were so strong that she couldn't simply pay attention to anything else besides that.

Walking in the hallway, it was strangely empty, not a sound, if she didn't count the sounds coming from the classrooms.

She walked to the closest bench she saw and just sat down with a sigh. Her parents won't be happy if they learn she isn't paying attention in classes. She needs to know why the burning happens in the first place.

Who to ask? She doesn't want to seem small and soft to anyone, which immediately rules out everyone...

with a single exception.

She looked at the old clock, which probably survived communism, and by simple math, she knew that the person she needs is in their dorm.

Without any more thinking, she stood up, grabbed her bag, and began walking towards the dorm rooms, walking up the stairs. 

Soon, she was in front of her own room, taking out her key. Unlocking and opening the door, she noticed that it had a strange scent; almost poisoning.

"Enid, what did you do?" Wednesday asked as she stepped into the room.

"Oh, hey!" Enid chirped from her bed. "I accidentally broke my perfume bottle, so now it's on the floor, drying out."

Oh, was this girl dumb sometimes.

"Enid, you need to clean it with at least water." Wednesday sighed, walking towards her side and placing her bag down. "Now it will be there forever, and, by knowing your standards, I suppose it will be also sticky."

"Well...at least not slippery, am I right?" Enid giggled nervously, obviously ashamed.

Wednesday just sighed, because even if she was angry, she didn't show it...especially not to Enid.

"Yeah, technically." "I swear if this happens again I'll clean it, okay?" Enid said.

"Okay," Wednesday said. She really sounded like her mother; guiding her through life what to do and what to not do.