"Yo, Enid! Kennedy!" A boy wearing a beanie called their names. "You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommates. I heard one of them eats human flesh! And the other cuts up their body parts—"
Enid and Cecilia's eyes went wide and they quickly looked at each other.
"Chowed down on those kids they murdered! You better watch your backs."
Silently, the two moved out of the way. Wednesday and Andromeda glared at him. "Quite the contrary. I actually fillet the bodies of my victims,  then feed them to me menagerie of pets," she described morbidly.
"And I take cut off their body parts one limb at a time and listen to them scream as I do it." Andy added, smiling sinisterly at the way his eyes widened.
Enid gave him a light smile. "Ajax, this is my new roommate, Wednesday,"
"And this is my new roommate, Andromeda," said Kennedy. "But don't call her that. She might try and drown you."
Ajax looked them up and down. "Whoa. You're in black and white. Like a living Instagram filter—"
Enid pushed him out of the way. "Ignore him. Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned. He's cute, but clueless."
"She has a crush on him if you couldn't tell," whispered Kennedy.
Enid quickly slapped her on the arm. She stopped working and faced the sisters. "Y'know, it's a small school and there wasn't much online about either of you.  A little less about you,  Andromeda. You guys should really get on Insta, Snapchat, and Tik Tok."
"I find social medial to be a soul sucking void of meaningless affirmation. And Andy's not very social," Wednesday explained monotonous. She took her sister by the arm and they walked away.
Kennedy watched them go. "They seem nice." She hummed.
"Andy, maybe. Not so sure about the other one." Enid mumbled sadly.













The Addams sisters stood side by side as the daily said their goodbyes. "Look at you, my little death trap and my dark angel. Seeing you in this uniform brings back so many terrible memories. Doesn't it, Tish?" Gomez blubbers.
Morticia was smiling. "Yes. Why don't you boys wait in the car?  The girls and I need a moment."
"Goodbye, father," Andy bid her father and hugged him.
"Goodbye, my black swan."
Puglsey hugged Wednesday with hesitation. She stood there uncomfortably. "Pugsley, you're soft and weak. You'll never survive without us. I give you two months, tops."
The boy frowned. "I'm gonna miss you, too, sis."
He then hugged Andy, and she leaned close to his ear. "Don't listen to her,  Pugsley. You're not weak. You're strong. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're not. I'll cut out their tongues,"
That uplifted his mood. He walked back to his father and Morticia took his place. "Any plans you have of running away end right now. I've alerted all family members to contact me the minute either of you darken their doorstep.  You have nowhere to go." She knew her girls inside and out.
Wednesday stood there glaring at her. "As usual, you underestimate us, mother. "I will escape this educational penitentiary, and you will not hear from me again. Or Andy."
Her sister remained quiet.
"You are a brilliant girl, Wednesday, but sometimes you get in your own way. I'm sure you both will grow to love Nevermore,  and find it as life changing as I did. I got the two of you a little something," their mother continued and held two objects in her hands.  One was a necklace with the letters W and M on both sides. "W. . . M. Our initials. It's made of obsidian, which aztec priests use to conjure visions."  
She gave the necklace to Wednesday. Then, she turned to Andy. "And for you, my girl." She held up a small ring with a turquoise diamond, the color reflecting from the sky's natural light. "Your birthstone color. I think it matches you beautifully. It's made to enhance your powers so you can stay hidden as long as you need."
Andy eyed the ring endearingly as it was placed in the palm of her hand. "Wow." She gazed up at her. "Thank you, mother."
"They're a symbol of our connection."
"Which one of your spirits suggested this toe-curling tchotchke?" Wednesday's statement came out sarcastic.
"Wednesday," Andy muttered, casting her a warning stare.
She was ignored. "I'm not you, mother. I will never fall in love, or be a housewife, or have a family."
Morticia frowned. "I'm told girls your age say hurtful things, and I shouldn't take it to heart. But Andromeda doesn't say hurtful things."
"Fortunately, you don't have one." 
Her smile returned. "Finally, a kind word for your mother."
Andy blinked, always disturbed by their strange dynamic.
"Lurch, the crystal ball, please." 
Lurch came forward and handed Morticia a black bag. "Now,  we can't talk to you for the first week while you're settling in,  so we'll call you both next Sunday." She explained to the girls. The mother stepped forward for a hug but stopped. Instead, she turned to Andromeda and smiled. "My star," she spoke again, holding open her arms, and her eyes glisten with tears.
Andy accepted the hug. Her head rests on her mother's chest. She wonders to herself if her mother loves moments like this one between them. For a second, she's shown love and affection from one of her children instead of coldness. Is that really what she wants?
Soon, the sisters watch their family leave in the car and they walk back to the castle. "Why must you be so mean to her?" Andy mutters.
"She's trying to turn us into a version of herself, Andy," said Wednesday. "You might be keen on the idea of settling down for the rest of your life but I am not. I actually want to make something of myself." 
Sister relationships can be the most violent relationships between family members. It's a unique relationship. A person who's known you your entire life, who would stand by you no matter what, and yet its a sister who knows exactly where to drive the knife to hurt you the most.
Andy twists the turquoise ring around her finger. She steps out of the cage and walks into another one.