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Just another day at school
With her last class of the day over, Enid hurries along the corridor to get to the quad as quickly as she can. She weaves through the mass of slowly moving students who are meandering along far too casually. The corridor is far too small for her, and she feels the walls crowding her. pushing eagerly through the door she is outside under the sky and in the quad, she smiles as she feels the weak spring sunshine on her face and the light breeze in her hair.
Hitching her backpack higher on her shoulder she walks around the sunny sides of the quad, she relaxes a little now that she is in the open air and one of her anxieties is lessened. There is still no sign of Wednesday among the students in the quad, she has missed her all afternoon and needs to see her again, soon.
Enid’s pulse quickens as she spots Wednesday ahead of her through the crowd of students heading for Ophelia hall and lengthens her stride to catch up with her.
“How's your day been, Wends? I missed you.” She gasps as she pulls alongside Wednesday who is walking at her usual purposeful pace, ignoring the milling throng of students, heading directly for the hall. Wednesday takes a few more paces before she turns her head and gives Enid a brief smile. “It has been satisfactory, after all it is just another school day, I suppose it met expectations.”
Enid grins at Wednesday’s analysis of a regular school day and she reaches out to hold Wednesday's hand as they walked together. “Well, I missed you and my classes were dull without you being there.”
Wednesday keeps hold of Enid’s hand as they walk together, and Enid feels a buzz of excitement at the continued contact.
Ophelia hall is almost deserted compared to the quad and Enid does not notice the walls as much here as she does elsewhere, perhaps the ceilings are higher in the older building or maybe it is Wednesday by her side.
Wednesday shakes her head briefly. “We had lunch together Enid, only three hours and 12 minutes ago.”
Enid sighs and swings their joined hands a bit higher. “three hours is that all, it felt like an eternity Wends.” Enid pauses to bring them to a halt. “Wait, you counted the minutes, you do miss me!” Wednesday starts walking again, a little more color in her cheeks than normal. She hopes that Enid has not seen the blush but Enid’s sudden kiss to her reddened cheek shatters that hope. “I love you Wednesday Addams.”
Wednesday rolls her eyes, “You are far too dramatic Sinclair.”
“But you love it and seeing you again makes the separation anxiety fade away.” Enid giggles as they walk and puts a little skip into her step. She sighs and reaches for the doorknob now that they have reached their room. Opening the door for Wednesday she lets her enter their room first before following her in and closing the door behind her.
Once inside they separate and head for their own halves of the room and go about their own little rituals at they get ready for the next part of their day.
Wednesday puts her school bag down in its allotted place beside her writing desk before pulling out the chair and sitting down. She checks that the typewriter is still in the correct position and has not been moved. Selecting a small key, she has a quick look around the room and leans down to open the drawers. There is only Enid in the room, but she always checks that she is not being watched before opening her desk. A lifetime living at the Addams mansion has instilled a sense of caution in her.
She tries to ignore the commotion from the other side of the room as Enid unpacks her school bag. From the desk she pulls out her box of fresh paper and her manuscript, she positions them in the most ergonomically efficient places on the desk before she pulls her notebook out of her bag and sets it on the desk in front of her.
Enid dramatically drops her bag on top of her brightly colored bed, the colors change slightly in the light as the mattress transmits the impact of the bag across the bed. She flicks the bag open and roots through it pulling books and folders and casually dropping them with a thud on her desk.
She searches the bookcase for the books and folders she will need for her after school class and stuffs them into her bag before dropping it on the floor. The old boards groan at the abuse and creak at Enid in response. She ignores their complaints and turns back to her bed.
Enid flops down on top of her bed and lets out an exaggerated sigh as she bounces gently and smiles, as across the room Wednesday shakes her head at her girlfriend's antics. Feeling her phone buzz, Enid pulls it out and begins scrolling through the messages and notifications, unconsciously making little noises as she looks at the images posted since the end of class. She holds the phone out and strikes poses for some selfies as she lounges on her bed. She posts the best image.
She wishes that there were images of herself and Wednesday for her to share but she knows how Wednesday feels about the digital world and social media in particular. She finds her secret gallery and scrolls through the images she has of herself and Wednesday, she smiles as the images flicker past.
“Don't get sucked into that hellish soul sucking device Enid, remember you have another class.” Wednesday cautions her without looking around recognizing the sounds Enid is making. She carefully puts her own schoolbooks away in their correct places on her bookcase and smiles at the sudden silence from across the room.
Enid sighs again and rolls over so that she can see Wednesday “I'm just catching up with my friends and the world in general. Are you going to be all right while I go to this class?”
Wednesday turns around to stare at her “It is my writing hour Enid, I will be perfectly fine sitting here working. I have an important chapter to write.”
Enid hops off the bed and walks across the line that divides the room into two until she is in front of Wednesday. “If you're sure you're going to be OK, then I'm off to design club.” Enid leans down and kisses Wednesday’s lips. “I’ll miss you.”
Wednesday rolls her eyes. “Enid you are only going for an hour.”
Enid sighs and kisses her again, “no matter how long it is, I will still miss you.”
“I’ll still be here when you get back.” Wednesday holds out her wrist to Enid and taps the large white face of the watch. “Now hurry along you've only got four and a half minutes before your class starts.” Wednesday checks her watch and smiles to herself as Enid busies herself to get ready. “Four minutes twenty seconds.” Wednesday adds to spur Enid to further action.
Clutching her bag, Enid dashes back across the line and gives Wednesday one final kiss before heading to the door. She turns back and blows a kiss to Wednesday and says, “I'll miss you,” then she is away almost running down the corridor. Wednesday can hear her footsteps receding quickly as Enid hurries to her class.
Wednesday slowly walks to the door and pushes it shut before returning to her desk. The room is quieter and feels emptier now that Enid has gone, she is already missing her chaotic colorful werewolf. Shaking her head she tries to focus on her book, and she returns to her desk and sits down in front of her typewriter, ready to begin writing.
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Enid is daydreaming in class thinking of Wednesday trying not to nod off as the website design lecture washes over her. She knows a lot of this and has put some of it into practice already on her own website. She smiles as she brings the site up on her laptop and sees Wednesday staring back at her. She still has to attend these after school classes for the course credits. Perhaps there will be a little pearl of wisdom somewhere in today’s droning lecture.
She drags her attention back to the test site on the projected screen, she feels that the class site is very dull and colorless, she would have created a more dynamic landing page. But sadly, dull and colorless appear to be Mr. Simmons’ default design choices for everything, she smiles as she notices that the website on screen matches his wardrobe choices; dull, colorless and boring.
“Are we amusing you Miss Sinclair?” he drones.
“No, I was just imagining that page with a dash of color and a rotating gallery of product images to focus the reader’s attention.” She says brightly as she points at the page on screen.
He tuts quietly and turns back to the world of beige that is his website and indicates the line of text moving across the bottom of the screen, like a cheyron only duller.
Enid sighs as he continues on, this is one of the days where her schedule does not match Wednesday’s as they have no classes in common. Additionally, she has signed up for this after-school class that is keeping them apart for longer. She is going to have to wait until dinner before she can talk to Wednesday properly.
The only good thing about this class is that it coincides with Wednesday’s writing hour, she hates to be disturbed when she writes. Enid would have to have found something to do anyway, at least she will get a course credit for this. Providing that she can survive the dullness.
These sessions were fun at first and she enjoyed setting up her own Wednesday website showcasing her writing, but for some reason today it just seems to drag on. Mr. Simmons appears to be more boring than usual. Looking down at her notepad all she has done is doodle little images of Wednesday.
Shaking her head she turns the page over and tries to focus on whatever it is Mr. Simmons is talking about and tries not to pine over Wednesday as she focuses on page structure and objects.
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Wednesday is scowling at her typewriter keys arrayed before her. She looks across to the colorful side of the room, still free of Enid’s presence, resisting the urge to check her watch she turns back to the typewriter.
Shaking her head she does what she normally does in moments like this and reverts to process. She adjusts her position so that she is centered against the writing desk, her feet on the floor and her arms hovering above the desk. Checking that everything is in position, that the typewriter is square on the desk in front of her, the pack of fresh paper is free to her right and her box containing her almost finished manuscript is to her left. She opens a manuscript box and picks up the top sheet and reviews what she wrote yesterday.
Happy that she has the flow of the story, she puts that page back in the manuscript box and opens the paper pack for a fresh sheet, carefully she winds the sheet of paper into the antique machine. Making sure that it is lined up with the tab marks, she is ready to begin.
Then she takes a deep breath and puts herself into the mind of Viper, her protagonist, she begins to type. Once she is in the correct frame of mind, she can almost envision the world that she has created for Viper, she can see in her mind’s eye the people and places she encounters. Quickly she is enveloped In Viper's world and types Viper's current dilemma as it unfolds before her, she sees the woman descend a poorly lit flight of stairs leading to a door that is temptingly ajar.