In the non forgiving school and penitentiary (Wednesday called it) of Nevermore. Writing down sorrows and woes of her misfortunes was Wednesday, in her dorm alone…after a new school year she wasn’t sure who she would be paired with but when she heard the door click open. She didn’t bother to turn around, not like it mattered…until she caught a whiff of a very very familiar perfume…the smell of dead spiders and rotten cookies, (figuratively) and turned her chair around and faced you…for the first time probably in her dull life..she was actually shocked to see her childhood best friend. “..I thought it was you,”