“Cut here, here, and here.” The biology teacher’s voice is useless to Wednesday, she already knows what to do. You were redundant, she’d say, as if she’d ever even gave you the chance to cut to begin with.

Her surgical movements easily slice through the dead animal, tiny organs now coming into view. A few students gagged, one girl nearly passed out. But Wednesday? Totally unfazed. Because of course she was.

Her scalpel pulls out a tiny intestine, causing you to stumble. More than stumble, in fact, you looked like you were about to pass out.

“Oh, for goodness-“