The Bright Gal
She was always an extraordinary girl, having received straight As and excelling in her extracurriculars as far back as she can remember. This made her seem a little like a teacher's pet, but of course, no one would dare to call her that; to her face or otherwise.
Wednesday would, of course, eviscerate anyone who thought that to be true. She was no one's pet. She would rather pluck her own eyeballs out than be called such a demeaning term.
She got up and made her way to her car. She would rather be caught dead than be late for anything. She did her usual checks with her mirrors before starting the engines and driving off.
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She walked through the corridors of her residence hall after a day full of classes. Her tie is now slightly loosened and her suit jacket now off her back and is being carried by her arm.
She passed by dorm rooms in varying states, with one having the doors wide open during a group "study session." She looked at the sight with disgust, although it gave her a very interesting idea. Connections are more or less the foundation of any standing business. It didn't matter what the business was. As long as she gathers the right connections, her future plans would undoubtedly be successful. This was how her family became the most feared in certain spaces after all.
A loud group of students passed by her, snapping Wednesday out of her thoughts. She quickly unlocked her door and entered her neatly organized room. Of course, she doesn't have a roommate. It was quite a privilege to get, but of course, having the principal as a family friend did make the process so much more manageable.
She quickly did her after-school routine before she sat at her desk and continued scheming. Underdogs were more likely to face their challenges unlike most fools in this miserable institution.
With her plan set, she got ready for bed.
Then the clock struck ten.
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She's at the back corner of her biology class instead of sitting at her usual desk. her eyes were roaming and casing every single one of her peers.
No one stood out to her. Of course she expected this. No one was good enough for her and she would usually appreciate such a fact if it wasn't hindering her ability to find someone for her most recent project.
Wednesday's head snapped toward the door when it slowly swung open. A girl with blonde hair with blue and pink dyed tips quietly walked in and sat at the back corner of the room—the farthest seat in Wednesday's row—and slumped over her desk.
The teacher must have noticed the girl enter since he stalked over to her after handing out assignments.
"Sinclair, late again?"
Wednesday has never been more thankful for her unnaturally sharp hearing. The amount of times she overheard students talk about that has been disturbing to say the least. Suffice to say that the other students did not notice the tense—but shouldn't be—conversation.
"Um- sorry it won't happen again" The blonde haired girl, Sinclair, replied back
"You said that the last 5 times." The teacher crouched down to be at eye level. "You don't have to talk to me about it but… Enid, is something going on?"
There she is. Her target. Enid Sinclair.
TBC