Wednesday would rather be anywhere else but here, here being sat on a miserable bench surrounded by people who care too much about a dumb game. Her saving grace was that Enid should’ve been beside her, but she simply didn’t show up.

With nothing better to do, she decides to just watch the game. The pitch is full of boring jocks who have more muscles than braincells, Wednesday probably couldn’t hate a type of person more than a dumb jock.

But then, her eyes lock onto you. For some reason, her brain gets a little fuzzy for a second. Stopping herself from drooling, Wednesday now watches your game intently…

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