Enid Sinclair skipped merrily down the corridors of Nevermore, while the Addams girl dragged herself along beside her.

She caught her eye on one of the Venus Flytrap plants on one of the windowsills devouring a hover fly. While sadistically admiring the plant's violent qualities, she bumped into a girl.

"Hey, watch it!" the girl snapped, eyeing the black-clad up and down.

"Correction. It was as much as your fault as it was mine."

The girl gave her a disgusted look, before realising.

"Oh. You're that new creep that joined our school. The Addams girl, isn't it?"

"Technically we're all creeps in here, since this is a school for outcasts," Wednesday corrected. "And just Wednesday will do."

"W-Wednesday? You're kidding, right? Who names their child after a day of the week? No wonder you're so miserable."

"Actually, my mother named me after her favourite nursery rhyme, Wednesday's Child is Full of Woes."

"Sorry I asked." She rolled her piercing eyes.

Enid walked up to the two girls and whispered in Wednesday's ear: "That's Bianca Barclay, the mean girl I was telling you about. Ignore her."

"I'd rather take advice from a spider," Wednesday coldly responded.

"Okay... she's not the only mean girl here," Enid said to herself, before walking off to class.

"Don't bump into me again, or there will be consequences," Bianca said.

"I'm so scared," Wednesday scoffed, as she walked to class.

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"Alright, everybody!" Ms. Thornhill sang. "I hope all of you are doing great. Now, before we get started, I'd like to introduce you all to our newest outcast member, Wednesday Addams!"

The class clapped and cheered for her.

Wednesday mumbled to the long blonde-haired boy next to her: "Clap for me again and you won't HAVE any hands to clap with."

The boy mistook Wednesday's rude demeanour as a bad attempt at humour.

He chuckled. "We already have a class clown in here, Wednesday. By the way, I'm Xavier. Xavier Thorpe."

"I didn't ask for your name, Xavier," Wednesday said.

"I-I know. I w-was just being friendly."

"Don't. The last thing I need is a social life."

The boy shook his head before opening his text book.

"Let's get started with a few questions to refresh our minds. Wednesday, you might be a little behind on this. Perhaps Bianca, the girl next to you, can help you catch up."

"Yeah, right. There's no way I'm helping that freak..." Bianca whispered to her friend, who laughed with her.

"I'm a fast learner, Miss Thornhill. There will be no need. Besides, help from an amateur would just slow me down."

"Great! Now, let's-"

Bianca got up from her seat. "Now hold on a second. Amateur?"

"Bianca, please," Ms. Thornhill pleaded. "She's new. Let's make her feel welcome."

"Fine," she groaned, falling back into her stool.

This isn't over, Addams, she thought in her mind.

"Now, as I was saying, let us journey through the mystical world of botanical sciences!"

The class cheered and whooped once again in enthusiasm.

"Are they always like this?" Wednesday quietly asked the boy Xavier.

"Meaning?" he inquired.

"I mean, are they always this happy all the time?"

"It's called being cheerful. You should try it some time. It'll look good on you."

"Note to self: don't expect Xavier to be any help."

"Gee, thanks, Wednesday," Xavier murmured sarcastically.

"Just saying."

"Right, class. Who wants to start off our discussion about Venus Flytraps?"

Ah, nature's finest killer, Wednesday thought to herself. The Flytrap on the windowsill this morning was a great refresher.

"The Venus Flytrap is a carnivorous plant native to the subtropical wetlands of the East Coast of the United States in North and South Carolina," Bianca announced confidently.

"Excellent start, Miss Barclay!" Ms. Thornhill applauded.

She got a few cheers from her entourage of friends.

"Ugh," Enid grumbled from the other side of the class, rolling her eyes.

"With the scientific name, Dionaea Muscipula, the Venus Flytrap's prey dies by drowning, and are harmless to humans," Wednesday added.

Enid silently cheered for her roommate, rooting for her to beat Bianca in the knowledge debate.

"Oh, well done, Wednesday!" the teacher clapped.

"Oh please," Bianca mumbled to her friends. "She was definitely reading that from her textbook."

Wednesday heard the rude comment, closed her textbook, and continued. "Triggers occur within a tenth of a second of contract. Although widely cultivated for sale, the population of the Venus flytrap has been rapidly declining in its native range."

Bianca craned her neck to look at the audacious young creep, and decided to fight back. "Alright, Miss Know-It-All. Let's see how you like this."

Bianca stood up from her stool, and narrowed her eyes at the pompous Addams girl.

She took a deep breath, and began: "The requirement of redundant triggering in this mechanism serves as a safeguard against wasting energy by trapping objects with no nutritional value."

Ms. Thornhill's mouth was ajar. "Bianca, my goodness! I had no idea you were such an expert in b-"

"I'm not done. The Venus Flytrap-"

"... will only begin digestion after five more stimuli to ensure it has caught a live bug worthy of consumption," Wednesday finished.

She crossed her arms, looking pleased, and plopped herself back onto the stool.

Bianca was lost for words. She had ran out of facts.

"Bianca, Wednesday, just wow." Ms. Thornhill clasped her hands with glee. "You two have taken a true interest in the wizardous world botanical sciences. Well-"

"Please, Ms. Thornhill. My facts were far more superior than hers. And if anything, botany is a complete waste of my time."

Xavier leaned over towards Wednesday, and whispered to her: "Damn, you're actually pretty smart."

"You seem surprised," she responded.

Ms. Thornhill interrupted. "Wednesday, I-I am willing to overlook that sly comment. But in the future, please don't mention anything like that again."

"Ms. Thornhill," Bianca interjected in a sweet tone. "I don't think you should tolerate that kind of behaviour without a punishment."

"Here we go again," Enid groaned as she dropped her elbows onto her desk and held her face in her hands.

"I feel you," Ajax Petropolus, another student in the class, sighed.

"Y-yeah..."

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The class dragged on about different types of plants, and their status in the wild and wonderful natural world. The students were forced to listen to Wednesday and Bianca's back and forth 'banter' - at least, that's what Ms. Thornhill liked to call it. 

When the class ended, Bianca - along with a group of girls - approached the figure in pigtails, while she packed her things away.

"You think you're so smart, huh, Wednesday?" said Bianca, her piercing eyes locking into contact with Wednesday's.

"Hello, Bianca. Thank you for your question. I don't think I'm smart. I am smart."

"Listen here, Addams. I'm the intelligent one here at Nevermore-"

"Well, it's a shame you've been dethroned, then. Now, goodbye."

Wednesday stared at her for a few seconds, before turning the other way, and walking off.

"Who does she think she is?" a friend of Bianca's judged.

"Don't worry, Bianca. She's no match for you," said another.

"I'm not scared, girls. If anything, she's the one who should be."