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A long black car drove through the forest, it almost resembled a hearse, which was fitting given the family that sat inside.

Sunday sat next to her sister as she watched her parents serenade to one another, and unlike Wednesday, she found it romantic.

She was a hopeless romantic at heart, a sucker for gothic romance novels, though she did find that the frail and helpless female protagonist was often repetitive and burnt out. Sunday lived for the romances with a strong female lead and a man so helplessly in love he would die for her. That's what she loved about her parents.

She was brought back to reality by crows flying into the car, startling Sunday as they knocked on the windows in beat with the song. Ironically sombre, though she did worry about whether the crows were alright or not, leaning towards the window to look out. Seeing them lying flat on the road, she frowned.

"Darling... how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?"

Sunday settled back in her seat when she heard her mother speak, turning her head to see her twin scowling at them.

"Sunday, please remind our parents that I am no longer speaking to them."

Sunday raised a brow at her, glancing at her mother who gave her a defeated look.

"Yeah, no, I think they caught that.."

Their father sighed and leaned forward, "I promise you my little vipers, you two will love Nevermore. Won't they Tish?"

"Of course they will, it's the perfect school for them--"

"Why?", Wednesday cut her off, "Because it was the perfect school for you? I have no interest in following in your footsteps. Becoming captain of the fencing team, Queen of the Dark Prom, president of the Séance Society..."

"I merely meant finally being among peers who understand you."

Sunday hummed in agreement, "I don't see why you put us in a normal school to begin with, it was dreadful, and not in the good way."

"You needn't worry about that any longer my little thorn, Nevermore is like no other boarding school. It's a magical place, it's where I met your mother...", Gomez turned to gaze tenderly at his wife as they were yet again sharing a moment, "... and we fell in love."

"You guys are making me nauseous. And not in a good way."

Sunday crinkled up her nose, pondering how feeling nauseous could ever be good.

"Darling, we aren't the ones that got you two expelled. That boy's family was going to file attempted murder charges. How would that have looked on your records?"

"Terrible. Everyone would have known I failed to get the job done."

Sunday snorted and smirked at her sister, but her mother's piercing gaze wiped it clean off her face.

The car continued up the road before turning onto a path up to a large gate. It drove through and slowly they came up on a very gothic, intimidating looking school. Sunday's eyes lit up. Finally somewhere she could feel accepted. Not to mention going to such a cool looking school was an absolute bonus, she's always wanted to go to one like in her books.

It was shaping up to be a beautiful day as they stepped out into the rain and were invited in, led up to Principal Weems office.

"Wednesday and Sunday... such unique names! I'm guessing those were the days of the week you two were born?"

"We were born on Friday the 13th.", Wednesday started.

"I was born 3 minutes after her. She never fails to remind me of it..", Sunday continued with a pout, earning her a look from her sister that others was describe as disdain but she knew it was a fond gaze.

"Their names come from my favourite nursery rhyme. Wednesday child is full of woe, and the child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.", Morticia hummed with a smirk.

"You've always had a unique perspective on the world Morticia. Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?", Weems smiled at the girls proudly.

"Oh my god, they were roommates..", Sunday quoted from the little videos on the internet she found. She was far more tech savvy than her sister and actually enjoyed the internet, she knew if Wednesday would put in the effort she could show her the dark web, now that was certainly something she would enjoy, Sunday not so much. She spent her time posting her dark photography on Instagram, the only social media she bothered to frequent, and she liked to browse in online shopping stores, notably Killstar-- it was the source of most of her clothing inspiration. 

After earning some odd looks from her family, Wednesday spoke up flatly.

"And you graduated with your sanity intact? Impressive."

Sunday frowned, she didn't like how Wednesday was so critical of their mother, but she was far closer and more like her than her older sister, it didn't surprise her but she knew it still hurt Morticia.

"You two certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years.."

"They haven't built one strong enough to us.", Wednesday commented.

"I doubt this place would be any different but we'll give it a shot.", Sunday finished with a smile. Unlike her sister she was actually willing to give Nevermore a fair shot, she liked the look of this place.

"I believe what our daughters are trying to say is that they greatly appreciate the opportunity.", Gomez spoke up with a nod and a smile to keep the façade going.

"Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given both of your perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

Gomez and Morticia smiled hopefully at one another, extending their hands to join them together. Sunday pursed her lips together and fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. She really hoped this would be the school for them, she was tired of being the new girl, the outcast, the loner every few months, and most of the school changes were Wednesday's fault, Sunday had even liked some of the old ones and had made friends.

"Larissa, what about their, um... therapy sessions? The court ordered them.", Morticia spoke up slowly, not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

"The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho, she can meet twice a week."

"Did you hear that my little storm clouds? You're in excellent hands.", Gomez smiled.

Sunday grumbled in response, not too keen on the idea of a therapist, if anything it would be the boy who needed therapy after what happened.

"We'll see if she survives the first session.", Wednesday concluded, obviously sharing the same opinion as her sister.

Weems was being challenged with Wednesday's attitude, so she looked at her, directing her next few words to her, "I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm, Ophelia Hall."

Morticia gasped in delight and turned to Wednesday, who spoke up, "Refresh my memory. Ophelia is the one who kills herself after being driven mad by her family. Correct?"

Her mother nodded with a smile, and Weems leaned forward. 

"Should we go meet your new roommate?"

The principal led them through the vast corridors and beautifully decorated halls, up what seemed like millions of stairs to open a door, and... dear god it was so bright.

Now Sunday wasn't allergic to colour like her dear sister but it certainly hurt her eyes, she wasn't used to so much concentrated in one area, so the dorm came as a bit of a shock.

"It's so... vivid."

An equally colourful and enthusiastic girl came skipping over, a smile almost as bright as the colours of her room on her face.

"Howdy roomie!"

"Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.", Principal Weems introduced.

"Are you feeling ok..? You look a little pale..", Enid held her hands together nervously.

"Wednesday always looks half dead.", Gomez commented half heartedly, as if the colours took out all energy from him.

Enid nodded in understanding, before outstretching her arms and going in for a hug, "Welcome to Ophelia Hall!"

Wednesday stepped back and away from the girl, Sunday covering her mouth, trying not to snort. Rookie mistake.

"Not a hugger, got it--"

"Where is Sunday's bed?", Wednesday cut off Enid, looking blankly at Weems.

"Sunday will have her own dorm with a different student I'm afraid."

Sunday looked up in surprise at the news, fidgeting with the sleeve of her shirt. She had never slept in a room with anyone else besides Wednesday. This was going to be a first, it certainly made her nervous. She glanced at her sister and noticed that, despite her face being as blank as a slate, her eyes shone with only an emotion she could discern. Worry. Sunday was always good at reading Wednesday, much to her twins dismay.

"Enid, why don't you give them a tour after they pick up their uniforms and schedules? Be sure to show Sunday to her dorm after."

The colourful girl grinned and nodded, skipping out of the room with the twins following closely behind.

"Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us, outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favourite marginalised group here."

"You can save the sanitized sales pitch. We don't plan on staying here for long."

Sunday was looking around at the school as the two spoke, but her head snapped to Wednesday at her last words. "We don't?", she spoke up, earning herself a glare from her twin.

"Why not?", Enid posed.

"This was our parents' idea.", Wednesday looked around, her eyes landing on a picture in a glass cabinet, "Oh look, there's our mother, smirking at me."

Sunday neared the cabinet as the two continued to talk, Wednesday complaining about their parents' "nefarious plan" as she puts it. Sunday gazed at the picture of their mother and smiled at how similar they looked, albeit Sunday's hair was much shorter. She was beautiful, and the captain of the fencing squad nonetheless, Sunday was impressed at all the trophies they had amassed.

"Rumors' been swirling around that you two killed a kid at your old school, aaand your parents pulled strings to get you off."

Sunday was brought back to reality by Enid's inquiries. She rejoined her sister's side as they neared to large double doors, and she spoke up before her sister could, "Get your numbers right, it was two.", she smirked playfully.

Enid couldn't tell if she was joking or not.

They opened the door and made their way into an open courtyard.

"Welcome to the quad.", Enid grinned.

"It's a pentagon.", both Sunday and Wednesday hummed together, and Enid pouted.

"The whole snarky goth girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different. Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene."

Sunday sped up to catch up with Enid, her curiosity peeked. Wednesday on the other hand was anything but interested.

"I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés."

"Well then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain. There are many flavours of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales."

They stopped walking momentarily to observe a group of students, shades covering their eyes as they sipped at a dubious looking liquid.

"Those are the Fangs, aka vampires. Some of them have literally been here for decades."

Sunday held up her hand and gave them a peace sign as they stared at the twins, before Enid continued walking on.

"That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, aka werewolves. Like me!"

Sunday grinned as the group of wolves started to howl at them, half tempted to howl back, but she was afraid they would find that offensive.

"Full moons get pretty loud around here, that's when Furs wolf out. I suggest you pick up some noise cancelling headphones."

"I'm assuming Scales are sirens?", Wednesday deadpanned.

"You catch on quick.", Enid complimented, pointing to one girl in particular with striking blue eyes and her hand swaying about in the water, "And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore gas to royalty. Although her crown's been slipping lately. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe.", the boy in question turned his head as if right on cue, and he met eyes with Sunday. She sent him a soft smile, one that he would return before turning back to his artwork on the wall, "But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason: Unknown."

"Fascinating.", Wednesday spoke sarcastically, but Enid didn't seem to catch on, earning a chuckle from Sunday.

"I know right?! My blog is like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip."

Sunday was about to speak up and ask more about Enid's blog, but she was interrupted by a male voice speaking up, though she could not see him, hidden behind her sister who was, in turn, hidden behind Enid.

"Yo, Enid! You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate. She eats human flesh! Totally chowed down on that kid she murdered! And sister, she's like some kind of witch or something, she likes to torture boys with her hypnotic eyes! You better watch your back."

Enid moved out of the way to show Wednesday, "Quite the contrary, I actually fillet the bodies of my victims and feed them to my menagerie of pets."

Wednesday then stepped out beside Enid to reveal her sister. Sunday's eyes first locked with the boy's eyes, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment at the sort of rumours going around about her. "I like my eyes but I wouldn't exactly call them hypnotic.."

Ajax strongly disagreed. Ever since Wednesday moved out of the way, his eyes were fixated on the small goth girl, and he watched as her eyes looked up at something on his forehead, humming in admiration.

"You're a gorgon--", Sunday was cut off by Enid.

"Ajax, this is my new roommate Wednesday and her sister Sunday."

Ajax cleared his throat as he finally stopped staring at the younger twin, gazing at both of them in admiration. "Whoa. You two are in black and white, like a living Instagram filter--"

"Ignore him, gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned. He's cute but clueless.", Enid pushed away Ajax, who turned and started walking back over to his friends, not before sharing one last glance with Sunday, who sent him a small smile.

"You know it's a small school, there wasn't much online about you. You should really get on Insta, Snapchat and TikTok."

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation.", Wednesday concluded before turning around and walking off.

Sunday pursed her lips together, before tapping Enid's shoulder, "I have Instagram."

The colourful girl lit up and grinned widely, "Really? Oh my god, gimme!"

Sunday's mood also seemed to light up with the girl as she took out her phone and typed away, turning her phone around to show Enid her profile.

"Oooo photography, that's so cool!"

"Hopefully I can take some nice shots while I'm here.", Sunday smiled.

Her phone beeped as she got the notification that Enid had followed her account, and the blonde girl squealed in glee as she took the raven haired girl in for a hug, before gasping and backing away. "Wait, sorry, not a hugger."

"Actually I love them..", Sunday admitted sheepishly, earning another squeal from Enid who hugged her again, and they both laughed together.

Sunday was quick to find her sister at the reception, where they both picked up their uniforms and schedules. She didn't understand why her uniform was also all black, again, she had no problems with colour, just she didn't like to wear them often, besides the occasional red or dark green.

The twins got changed and met up with their parents outside, who were waiting to say their goodbyes, and they melted at the sight of their daughters, proud to see them in the Nevermore uniform.

"Look at you my little deathtrap, oh and you Sunday, my little dahlia. Seeing you both in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories, doesn't it Tish?"

Morticia hummed in agreement with a large smile, before speaking up, "Why don't you boys wait in the car? I need a moment with my girls."

Gomez nodded and headed towards the car, but Pugsley came over. He looked at Wednesday and frowned, before turning towards Sunday and giving her a big hug. Sunday held him just as tight, Wednesday started to rant about he was soft and weak but Sunday leaned down to his ear so he could only hear her words, whispering "I'm proud of you Pugs, I'll miss you.."

The younger boy leaned away with tears in his eyes before heading to the car and going in with his father. Morticia neared the two girls, but her gaze was strictly on Wednesday.

"Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute you darken their doorstep. You have nowhere to go."

"As usual, you underestimate me, Mother. I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will never hear from me again."

"So dramatic...", Sunday muttered under her breath, earning a sigh from their mother.

"You're a brilliant girl Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way. I'm sure you'll grow to love Nevermore, and find it as life-changing as I did."

The two shared a glance, and Sunday drowned out the rest of their conversation as she looked up towards the tall, majestic school. In one of the windows, she could make out the silhouette of a boy with glasses, staring down ominously at the girls. This made Sunday frown, but before she could investigate, her mother called her name, and she looked towards the elegant woman.

"You almost forgot something."

Morticia held out an large, old book, with symbols and crystals engraved in the front. Sunday gasped, "My grimoire."

Her mother chuckled as she handed it to her, stepping closer to hug her daughter and kiss her forehead. "Make me proud, Sunny. And please watch over your stubborn sister."

Sunday chuckled and nodded, before separating, and Lurch came forward to also hand her the crystal ball they use to stay in contact. Much like Wednesday, her parents didn't use modern technology, Sunday was the only one in the house to use it.

After their final goodbyes, the Addams' car drove away and the Day twins headed back inside. Unbeknownst to them, a severed hand and a mysterious shadow left the car to follow after the girls.