The sounds of the deep, guttering cawing of ravens awoke her from her slumber. Wednesday slowly sat up in her bed, thinking back to the vision she had in the night. Most of the details were fuzzy, the fog in her mind had still not lifted and it felt like she was grasping at vestiges of thoughts.
She remembered being in a school, there was some kind of commotion and then… …then…blank. Her memory was failing her. If she could lobotomise herself and replace the failing portion of her brain with one that actually works, she would but unfortunately couldn't. What had she dreamt? Why couldn't she remember the vision?
The sleepy teen glanced over to her dark oak table that held her typewriter, more specifically the crystal ball that was planted beside it. The ball sat ominously on the table, the small stand it had was made of a dark smooth metal. The ball itself reflected no light, it contained a black void that not even light could penetrate.
She should call her mother; her advice would be helpful (she was mature enough to begrudgingly admit that much) but decided that it should wait until later. Calling her parents this early in the morning would needlessly worry them. She did not need nor want their worry. It would also be beneficial to contact them without an audience.
Without moving she glanced over to the other side of the room and was greeted with a sight she was greeted with almost every morning last semester. Her blonde roommate was painting her nails.
To Wednesday it seemed like a gruelling process (not the good kind), the thought of picking out a colour for each individual nail on each hand made Wednesday want to scream. It simultaneously fascinated and disgusted her that the werewolf across from her could do it, let alone do it every morning.
Enid hummed to herself as she worked, the absent-minded hum someone would make when they were totally relaxed, completely unaware of their surroundings. To Wednesday the hum sounded… pleasant; a thought she would keep to herself. Enid hadn't noticed the awoken girl across from her, giving Wednesday a rare opportunity to observe the colourful girl when no one was looking.
She looked oddly calm as she painted, her eyes were soft, and her shoulders were lax. The only movement she made was the movement of her wrist as she painted and the occasional nod of her head as she looked over her handywork. When she got to a particularly hard spot to paint, she would stick her tongue out of the corner of her mouth in an amusing manner as she painted. Deciding that enough was enough and that she had to prepare for the first classes of the year, Wednesday rose out of bed, arms crossed with her face blank. The other girl upon noticing her awoken roommate quickly applied the last bit of nail polish before presenting them to Wednesday.
"Well, what do you think roomie? Fabulous right?" she asked, wiggling her fingers as she spoke.
"I suppose they're suitable for you." Wednesday responded, looking at the nails for a moment before getting out of bed and heading to her closet.
The Lycan frowned at her, "Suitable? That's what you think?"
"I believe it's the appropriate choice of word," she responded flatly without turning around, now rooting through the hanging clothes. She pulled out her uniform, the only black Nevermore uniform and laid it on her bed. A few creases were visible on the sleeves of the top, Lurch had been careless when unpacking. She would remedy that next time she saw him.
"'I believe it's appropriate choice of word," Enid said, mimicking Wednesday, making her voice flat and void of any emotion.
"If that was supposed to be me then you a poor attempt at concealing your emotions, I could still hear a hint of annoyance in your tone," the Addams girl responded as she analysed her shoes for any dirt spots that Lurch might have missed. There were none.
Enid huffed, her face scrunched up and she stuck her tongue out at her roommates back though quickly retracted it when the girl turned around. A knock at the door knocked her out of her bad mood and she squealed quietly in excitement. Wednesday put a finger to her ear to check if they started bleeding and when discovering that somehow, they miraculously had not continued with her routine.
The door squeaked open behind her, and Wednesday didn't even have to guess who was at the door, the violent sounds of mouth to mouth told her everything she needed to know. She hated that she knows.
"Bye roomie!" Enid chirped before slamming the door shut, cutting off any attempt Ajax may or may not have made at greeting the gothic teen. The Addams girl could hear the giggles grow fainter and fainter as they walked away.
Clear of anyone or any more disturbances she got dressed quickly, aware of the time her class started at. .The first class started in less than forty five minutes and she had yet to have breakfast. The last thing she put on was the necklace her mother had given her. She fiddled with it as she stared at herself in the mirror, flipping the 'W' pendant up and down. Ripping her attention away from the necklace, she takes notice of herself in the mirror that hung on the inside of her wardrobe door. Though she cared little for her appearance, she had a reputation to uphold. The ghoulish look of her face and skin so pale she looked half-dead were still present as they had always been. She looked perfectly healthy.
By the time she stepped out of her room and into Ophelia Hall the vision from that night was almost completely forgotten. The details were too fuzzy by that point for her to remember anything other than the fact she was in some kind of school, everything else was hazy. Walking down the hall, she was completely unaware of the significance that vision will come to have.
Students moaned and groaned unanimously as they sat down at their desks for the first class of the new semester. The shuffling of shoes as the students dragged their feet along the floor echoed throughout almost every classroom at Nevermore.
Enid and Ajax walked into evert class they shared side by side, Wednesday begrudgingly following behind, her face impassive but inside she was fuming. She did not expect Enid and Ajax to be so open in public space with their relationship, while they showed more restraint than her parents (and for that she is grateful) their inseparability as if they were joined by the hip had quickly become tiresome.
They met up for breakfast together, ate breakfast together, walked together and sat together at every opportunity. There was no doubt in her mind that they would sit next to each other in the next class, which happened to be maths. As they made their way to the class, the couple giggled and whispered things to each other, whispers Wednesday was certain would haunt her if she did hear them.
Ahead of them was the classroom, the door to it was closed. It was painted grey and in simple writing had the number, '21' carved into it. Below the number was a small portrait of Shirley Jackson followed by a quote that hung by a nail on the door. The quote hung below the picture, just below Wednesdays eye level and it read, 'No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream.'
The group quietly read the quote, Wednesday nodding her head in understanding as the other two just shrugged their shoulders. Enid grabbed onto the doorhandle and twisted it.
Stepping into the threshold of the room was like stepping into a separate school, the room was disgustingly colourful. Wednesday didn't fail to notice the quiet gasp Enid made as she stepped in and looked around the room.
While every other classroom in Nevermore was dull and grey, this one was different. The walls were covered in blue and white striped wallpaper that Wednesday could tell was new, the colours were still bright and had yet to be bleached by the bit of sunshine it got. The same couldn't be said for the condition of the wallpaper, it was already peeling off the walls revealing the black plaster walls underneath. Splattered onto the walls were math posters with various symbols and numbers on them. The posters were a mismatch of colours, not a single unifying theme, and there was obviously no thought to where they were placed.
At the back of the classroom there were two large windows that looked onto the side of the school where the archery range was and took up most of the back wall. The windows must have been stained at one point, though any colour was gone. Instead, there were scrapes almost everywhere on them so that when light hit the windows, the scrapes cast long shadows into the room that made the classroom look like it had scars.
Wednesday decided immediately that if the opportunity presented itself, she would burn this room to the ground.
Enid and Ajax sat at the front of the classroom next to each other, beside them was the other nauseating couple of Xavier and Bianca. Wednesday for the briefest of moments considered sitting at the empty in-between both couples before realising that she would not be a third wheel but a fifth wheel which was probably the most pathetic thing Wednesday could be right now.
Glancing around the classroom, the rest of the seats towards the front were already taken up. The back of the room was her only option. She walked to the back of the classroom; past students who were vigorously drinking their final dose of coffee before the class started. Wednesday was upset she had forgotten to bring her expresso machine with her, Lurch must have forgotten it.
If the students chugging down on their coffees were tired, then Peter Parker was exhausted. Somehow the bags under his eyes had doubled since yesterday, the purple of them had deepened. He looked like he was one jog away from death.
He was now wearing the famous Nevermore uniform, the purple and black striped jacket with black jeans. The jacket was baggy on him, at least two sizes too big. It seemed to be a theme of his, baggy clothing. The only item of clothing that seemed to fit him properly were his black shoes, but they were barely held together by a piece of duct tape around both soles. Under his jacket she could just barely see a white shirt, though whether it was plain or branded she couldn't tell though she was leaning towards the former.
By her judgements he wasn't well off in any regard, his clothes looked like hand-me-downs, his earphones were also held together by duct tape in certain parts and towards the base of them the rubber casing was ripped off and the wires were exposed. His phone was something else entirely, Wednesday had a limited knowledge of those contraptions and even she could tell it was some cheap phone.
And lucky her, the only available seat was next to him. He didn't look at her as she sat down or took her books out. He just down, leaning on his desk with his earphones in staring at the board at the front of the class.
A man, presumably the new maths teacher, walked in and every student stopped what they were doing. Coffees were slurped loudly for a final time, conversations were cut short, chairs were pulled along the floor, everyone sat down and plopped their books down onto their desks in one fluid motion. The man scribbled something onto the board before turning to face the students, the sound of chalk on blackboard travelling throughout the classroom.
The presumed teacher was tall, a lanky man with a round face and a broad smile that said, "I hope you have a great day!" that meant to come off as charming but instead was slightly unnerving, the type of smile an adult would make towards child that would make them cry. His hair was brown but beginning to grey, the colour of it slowly faded the closer you got to the roots. He hunched slightly, but even then, he was at least 6'3. He towered over the rest of the class.
He walked over to the small teacher's desk and plopped his backpack down onto the desk. Opening it, he rooted around inside it for a few moments before producing the same square, green maths book that all the students had, though his lacked the marking made by various other teens on the front cover and unlike Parkers one, the front was still attached.
"Hello everyone, my name is Mr. Roots and for the rest of your school life I'll be your maths teacher; that is unless something terrible befalls me this term like Ms. Gates from last year," he chuckled to himself, no one else in the room laughed and the man either didn't notice or didn't care as he wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. "Now I know maths isn't fun per se, but I can promise you that it's an important facet of your life, you'll use it almost every day or your life whether you realise it or not. How much money do you need to save and for how long do you need to save to afford this? How to calculate your taxes, and how much your mortgage will cost. And of course, the other fun stuff you'll only use if you pursue a career that involves more advanced maths or want to become a maths teacher like myself." He once again chuckled to himself and no one joined in, some of the students were unnerved by him.
"Now I'm all about first introductions, they're important. So, to start off this new school year we're having a pop quiz!" he announced cheerfully, pulling the sheets of paper seemingly out of nowhere as teachers tended to do. Students groaned and Wednesday almost grinned, she appreciated an unannounced quiz that brought misery to other people.
Roots looked around the classroom, students shrinking under his gaze, until he spotted the person he was looking for. "Parker," the man began, the teen beside Wednesday sitting up completely straight. "Yes?" he squeaked out, the sound similar to a mouse caught in a trap.
"Since you've just transferred, this test will be more of a measure of what you need to revise to catch up. For everyone else however," he looked around at the other students as he spoke, "this quiz will measure how much study you did over the summer, which I hope everyone did." Various gulps and prayers were heard that didn't inspire much confidence in the man. With that announcement he began handing out the pieces of paper onto the table face-down. "You are allowed to turn it over and begin the quiz when I reach my desk," he instructed, "you will have the duration of the rest of the class to finish, approximately 45 minutes."
As he reached the front of the room after handing out all the papers, everyone immediately turned over their papers and began scribbling down answers. Roots walked around the classroom intermittently throughout the quiz, peering over students' shoulder to gaze as they wrote, huffing to himself sometimes. The unfortunate students he observed seem to crack under the pressure, rechecking the answers they had written down. Wednesday was able to properly observe these interactions, she had finished the quiz within ten minutes after starting. Eight to be exact, though that time could have been cut down if she didn't have to sharpen a pencil.
It appeared however she wasn't the only one, Bianca and Yoko had also seemingly finished as well, though both well after Wednesday had. From her spot at the back, she could see Xavier was not doing well, he was only on the second page and was running a hand through his hair, something he only did when he was stressed. Enid was no better, the Lycan was on the first page and had seemingly given up, her pencil resting on her desk beside her. Ajax beside her was still writing and was on the second to last page, Wednesday could already hear Enid's voice as she declared that a study group would be needed which would undoubtedly be used as extra time to swap saliva with her boyfriend.
Wednesday sneaked a peek to her right, Parker had seemingly given up. His paper was turned over onto the empty back page and he was leaning on his desk again. As he lay there, his elbow slowly edged towards his calculator at the edge of the desk, brushing against it and knocking it onto the floor, it came to a stop next to the Addams teen.
The sound of it hitting the floor jarred the teen into his senses. He sat up and quietly cursed to himself, Roots and everyone else oblivious to the teens small outburst. Wednesday leaned down in her seat and picked it up from him. She handed it over to him wordlessly. "Thanks," he said as she handed it to him. She coldly stared at him as he said it, her mission to unnerve him worked, he gulped and slinked back into his seat.
Pleased with the teens display of discomfort, she resumed her analysis of the classroom. Nothing caught her interest, not a single person was interesting.
The rest of the quiz passed in an agonising blur, students relaxing if they were pleased with themselves or sighed with resignation if they knew there was no hope for a pass. Wednesday was more than confident in her abilities. She prided herself on her maths abilities, her love of it had started at a young age when she needed to calculate the most effective swing to make to take off the head of her doll in one swing. After she had mastered that she had taken to calculating how the trajectory of arrows so she could hit Pugsley with one from any angle.
Papers were to be left on Roots' desk face down per his orders, he had emphasized during the exam to leave your name on the back of the page. Since Wednesday sat in the back row she was the second last person to put her paper down, Parker being the last. He wordlessly placed the paper down and began to make his way out of the classroom behind Wednesday. He was stopped by Roots before he could even take a step out of the door, the man was reading the teens answers.
"Parker, a word please," he uttered, making the 'come here' motion with a finger, his eyes never leaving the paper.
The teen flinched before turning around and making his way to Roots' desk. Wednesday considered eavesdropping before deciding against it, though she'd get great pleasure in hearing Roots inform Peter that his class was leaps and bounds ahead of him she had promised someone she'd be somewhere next class.
The next class was a free class which was to be used as time for students to look at the various clubs available at Nevermore. Eugene had made a point that they needed to recruit more members if they were to be allowed to increase the size of the hive, though Wednesday suspected that he wanted to pathetically attempt to 'flirt' with girls.
Buzzzz, buzzzzz. It was the audible noise in the hive room, if you wanted to be heard you would have to be standing right next to the intended listener.
It felt good to be back in her beekeeping uniform and among the hive, as unusual as it was, she felt some level of gratitude towards the bees for what they did to Laurel Gates. Eugene had been controlling them yes, they had merely been a vessel for him, but she felt grateful, nonetheless.
Eugene stood at the front of the little shed the hives were kept in, excitedly explaining to the new students about bees and their role in nature as well as the numerous (his words not hers) advantages and benefits for joining the club.
"You get a delicious jar of honey to bring home at the end of the year, get to wear an awesome suit," some of the students snickered at him though he seemed unaware of it, "and you get the satisfaction of knowing that you are helping out a species at risk of endangerment" he finished.
A few people clapped awkwardly. Wednesday noticed the way his shoulders sagged, and his smile faltered as he realised that nobody was inspired by his speech. Wednesday nudged him on the shoulder,
"Show them what you can make the bees do" she whispered to him.
"What? Why?" he asked, looking at her with oblivious eyes.
"Don't question me just do it," she hissed.
He raised an eyebrow at her before nodding his head. Raising a hand to the bees he closed his eyes. The onlookers watched in confusion as nothing happened for a moment. Then the buzzing got louder and louder.
Thousands of bees flew out of the hives and huddled in front of Eugene. He squeezed his eyelids, his concentration of the bees taking up his entire focus.
The bees gathered in mass in front of him, students gasped in shock as they began to change formation. 'Bees are cool' they spelled out; their bodies huddled together to form the letters. This got a louder clap from the students though it was barely visible over the buzzing of the bees. Eugene commanded the bees to return to the hive and when they all got inside released them from his command with a sigh.
He looked to the students and bowed.
"Now if anyone would like to join this club, please sign your name on the piece of paper by the door!" he smiled, pointing at the blank paper taped to the entrance.
Everyone walked away.
"Why does nobody want to join?" he sighed, pulling out a stool from inside the shed and sitting down on it.
"They don't see the true value of this club, that's their problem. Let them underestimate you, when it comes to the Poe Competition before Christmas, they will be begging to have been part of our club. It will be a regret they'll carry to the grave."
"Well, I don't know about that last part." Eugene muttered, collecting the blank piece of paper next to the door.
From the treeline, a head of red hair emerged. The woman approached the duo, Wednesday noticing the woman before Eugene who was whispering something soothing to the bees.
"Good afternoon, Wednesday and Eugene. The sun's really shining today." Tsulka said, looking towards the sky, blocking the glare of the sun with one of her arms.
"It is a miserable day." Wednesday responded, stepping out of the shed and into the open. The brightness diminished as clouds obscured the sun. Tsulka assumed her eyes were playing tricks on her, but it seemed the gothic teens shadow engulfed the light around it.
"Good afternoon Ms. Tsulka. Want some honey?" Eugene said as he emerged from the shed, his beekeeping suit taken off and hung up. As he spoke to her, he produced a jar of honey from seemingly thin air and raised it towards the principal.
"No thanks Eugene," she smiled, "I'm more of a strawberry jam woman. Would it be alright if I stole your partner for a second?" she motioned towards Wednesday with her eyes as she spoke.
Eugene furrowed his brows in confusion and looked towards the girl beside him. "I guess?"
Wednesday followed the new principal, the two of them walked towards the treeline where the woman had appeared from. Tsulka looked serious. They stopped beside a crooked tree whose branches and leaves brushed against the top of the woman's hair though she didn't seem to notice. The redhead took a cautious glance around them, peering further into the forest where she had emerged from before turning back and glancing at the beehive shed. At the entrance Eugene stood with his head down, writing something onto a piece of paper. When the woman was satisfied that there was nobody in earshot she turned towards the teenage girl before her.
"I heard what happened last semester and read the reports. While I do have a lot to be grateful for, especially regarding what you did, I do not want a repeat of it. I am giving you one and only one warning," she began, pointing a crooked finger in the air, "If you even get a whiff of something brewing that may bring you, any other student or faculty harm, you are to tell me immediately and you won't spare a single detail." She lowered her finger and the sharp look in her eyes dulled. If Wednesday knew any better, something she would sickeningly akin to a motherly look came over the woman. The woman steeled her looks again and drew in an icy breath, "My job is to keep all the students here happy and safe while providing the means for them to receive a good education that outside these walls cannot provide them. Do you understand? If you withhold any information from me, you are actively harming not only yourself but every person who calls this school home." Tsulka never broke eye contact with her, something she had to give to the woman. It was almost an unsettling amount of eye contact, almost as much as the teen herself would give to the subject of her focus.
Wednesday narrowed her eyes at the woman but thought about her words. She stood silent, digesting and considering her next words. "I trusted Weems, all last semester I tried to warn her and tell her of the dangers last year and my warnings were brushed aside carelessly. A student died, his name was Rowan," her voice almost quivered when she uttered his name, but she was able to swallow it down, "he was innocent. Believe me the last thing I want is to put anyone in harm's way. I… appreciate your concern for the school and its inhabitants but be warned, the last principal that wanted to help and trusted me got murdered. Are you willing to die if it came to it for this school, no… would you be willing to put your life on the line to save one student?"
"Yes." Tsulka responded without hesitation, raising her head towards the sky, her sharp chin casting a long shadow on her neck. Her eyes were as hard as Wednesdays as they stared at each other, both studying the other looking for cracks in invisible masks.
Neither saw any.
Wednesday was first to break the stony silence, "If I believe I have found something that may put a student or teacher in harm then I will report it to you," she spoke, nodding her head once at the woman.
"Good," the principal responded. The woman seemingly satisfied with the teen, turned on her heels and began her trek back to her office. She nodded her head at Eugene as she made her way, he waved back to her in confusion.
"This uniform isn't the right size." a male voice groaned, tugging at his loose jacket. His hair was messy and went in every direction, the small fringe that ended just above his eyebrows blew in the wind, making his already unkempt hair look more chaotic
"Don't worry it will fit you in a minute when you change," a shrill voice responded, the woman it belonged to patting back a stray stand of her blonde hair. The uniform looked too tight on the teenage boy in front of her, if he was a medium then the uniform was an XL.
The purple sleeves swallowed the boys' arms and hands and the trousers dragged along the muddy ground as the teenager walked.
"But what if it doesn't?" the boy asked, his head tilted back, and his lips curved upwards in a mocking smirk.
This boy. After all these months she had been training him she had yet to get rid of that cocky attitude and his exceedingly large ego.
"It will, I'll make it," the woman responded, returning the smirk with a sweet smile of her own that she was sure didn't reach her eyes.
The odd duo made their way through the woods, the blonde woman strutting, and the brunette boy sulked beside her.
Ahead of them, the looming figure of Nevermore stood proudly in the dark. The usually dull and dark school was alight with life. Students were gathered around the outside of the school, in various groups and gangs, each of them talking and joking with each other. The sound was carried by a small breeze towards the lurking duo, who were hidden out of sight by a small descent where the forest met the road. In the tree above them, a raven sat perched on it, staring at them. The branch was low enough on the tree for them to see their reflection in its eyes, the dark orbs acting as black mirrors.
Seemingly for no reason, it took off from the branches and flew towards the congregation of students. It perched on a lamp that hung from a small metal rod that protruded from the wall of the school.
Below it, stood chatting amongst themselves was an odd combination of students. From where the woman was crouching, she could make out three of the four teenagers.
The unknown teen had a mop of brown hair that was unkempt. She thought he might have a small scar on his face but from this distance and this light she wasn't able to tell. It could be a trick of the light. He hadn't been in the report but he was probably nothing to worry about anyway.
Stood next to the mystery brunette, chatting away to him happily was one of them. Xavier Thorpe. An annoyance she was surprised was still allowed to attend the school. After his arrest the woman had hoped the boys father would have sent him as far away as possible. His talent would be troublesome, but she knew he had yet to realise his full potential. At the moment it was wasted on him.
Opposite that duo, was another one that were exact opposites. The first of the girl duo was a blonde teenager with coloured highlights in her hair. Enid Sinclair. She would prove to be troublesome. A werewolf. Lycan. She was able to harm the Hyde when it had attacked the school. While the rest of her kind had cowered inside the school, the girl had gone out to protect her friend. She had to give the girl that. Out of the three of them she would be the most difficult to deal with.
Finally, the woman eyes landed on the familiar sight of raven-black hair.
Wednesday Addams. The Raven. Ancestor of Goody Addams and vanquisher of Crackstone. The girl had been a thorn in her side for as long as she had known her. Her mother the same. Her power was unpredictable. The ability to see events of the past whenever she makes physical contact with something, though she seemingly had no control over when the visions came to her. That power wasn't the only aspect of the girl that made her a particularly sharp thorn, the girl was also too smart for her own good.
Her blood boiled at the sight of them, all together talking amongst themselves with not a care in the world. Beside her, the boy glowered and snarled. In her mind, numerous images flashed across her mind, none of them pleasant. Thoughts not her own ambushed and choked her mind.
"Calm down!" she hissed at the teen, careful to keep her voice low.
The boy beside her sucked in an icy breath and attempted to calm himself. The barrage of violence inside her mind slowly ceased and a pressure at the front of her head she had been unaware of lifted.
"Good," the woman cooed, "you'll need to stay this calm and collected when you're around her. Can you do that?" the woman asked, attempting to sound nice and sincere but unable to keep the edge from leaking out into the question.
The boy was either unaware of the edge or didn't care but slowly nodded his head. The woman nodded back, smiling as the boy stood up and made his way over to the school. His shadow twisted and morphed as he walked across the street. Nobody noticed the plain teen as he joined as the numerous chattering students.
Wednesday was vaguely aware of Enid behind her as she played. She could feel the girls eyes looking at her. The Lycan watched intently as her roommate began to play.
The endpin rested against the balcony floor. Sitting straight up in the chair she rested the cello against the left side of her body, holding the instrument with her left hand at the top. Her bow is held in her right hand. The song she intends to play is laid out in front of her, the notes for it resting atop a pile of books.
She begins slowly at first. Drawing the bow back and forth rhythmically to the tune inside her head. The strings are plucked and bowed with her right hand as her left hand travels up and down the chords, her wrist shifting and twisting to match the movement.
Losing herself in her music, her fingers brushing against the cello strings with a precision and care that she seldom uses elsewhere, she doesn't notice the onlooker from the roof across from her. Her eyes are shut tight, and her mind carries each finger a note at a time, excess thoughts and ideas temporarily shut out. All she hears is the melody, all she feels is her cello and all she sees is her next note.
Faster and faster her movements get, fingers tracing strings as head and body bend left and right to keep up with her vigorous tempo. Her wrist burns with the familiar strain of tiredness, she's near the end now so she pushes it out of her mind ignoring it.
The sound is carried around the campus, echoing in the courtyard and humming through the walls. Out in the dark forest, a lone figure revelled in the sound, which was bent and corrupted by trees and branches by the time it reached her ears. She didn't care, to them her sounded beautiful.
A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, cooling her skin as it trickles down her cheek. Opening her eyes, she breathes in a sharp breath through her nose, she raises her arm and twists her wrist and plays the final note.