"Dr. Kinbott's office is on the second floor. Other Nevermore students swear by her." Weems told the sisters.
"And you'll be waiting here until we're done?" Wednesday asked, the plan she came up with playing out in her head. 
"Perhaps afterwards we can visit the Weathervane for hot chocolate." 
Andy grinned to herself.
"Principal Weems, this feebsle attempt at binding is beneath you," Wednesday rejected the kindness. The sisters exited the car. "And chauffeuring your students around is clearly below your pay grade," 
"Given your hi온라인카지노게임, I'm sure you're intent on running away and dragging your sister with you," Weems stated, figuring them out quickly. "I'm here to prevent that from happening."
"I wish you luck." 
They headed toward the building. "Must you be so pessimistic?" Andy asked.
"Must you be so docile?"  The older sister shot back. They got on the elevator.  "I question sometimes how we're sisters."
It shouldn't have hurt her, but it did. "I ask myself the same thing." Andy muttered to herself.













Andromeda sat uncomfortably slouched in the clean, brightly lit room. Dr. Kinbott matched the aesthetic, blonde, perky, and colorful. "It's very nice to meet you, Andromeda," the therapist complimented.
She toyed with the ring on her finger. "Hi," she replied timidly.
"How are you adjusting to Nevermore so far?"
"It's not so bad," Andy answered shortly. "I like my roommate. Her name's Kennedy."
"Kennedy Eden?" Kinbott asked and she nodded. Her smile returned. "She's such a sweet girl. I'm so happy the two of you are friends."
She shifted.
"I'm really hoping that we can form a relationship based on trust and mutual respect. I'm here to help you, Andromeda." 
She just nodded. "Okay."
Kinbott observed how she tugged on the end of her sleeves and the way she messed with the jewelry on her hand. Her forehead glistened with sweat, another indicator that she was nervous. "What can I do to make you more comfortable,  Andromeda? Just tell me and I'll try my hardest."
"Call me Andy. I prefer Andy. I hate Andromeda,"
Dr. Kinbott grinned again.  "Okay. Andy it is. But I happen to love your name."
Andy felt herself start to relax.
"I want you to know, Andy, that this is a safe space. You're allowed to talk about whatever you want — how you're feeling,  what you're thinking,   your views on the world, anything.  There is no judgement here."
Andromeda lived her entire life in judgment. It was hard to believe that there would ever be a time where she wasn't judged.
"I'm getting this feeling that you and Wednesday are different from each other," Kinbott suggested after her continued silence.
Like you wouldn't believe. "We have different views on things," Andy told her.
"What are some things you think differently on?"
Where do I begin? "Wednesday always looks on the downside of things. I at least try to see the good in things," she explained and rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt.
Kinbott titled her head. "Why do you think the two of you are so different?"
Her eyes cut to the ceiling. It was a question she asked herself all the time. "I'm not really sure. We're still sisters though no matter what our views are,"