"No other boat's made it across and back without sinking. Her team's full of sirens. Coincidence? Not at all." Kennedy explained with a hint of sarcasm.
"Sounds like sabotage."
"There are no rules in the Poe Cup. She is a siren, so, it makes her a master of the water."
A glint shined across Wednesday's eyes. "Then we just need to beat her at her own game."
There was a moment of silence. Enid was bubbling with excitement. Kennedy was being unusually quiet. "It's almost time for bed. Come on, Tim Burton." She said to Andy and stood from Enid's bed. "Good night, ladies."
Andy bid good night to Wednesday and Enid and followed her to their room. They climbed into their own beds. Andy looked across the room, seeing her staring at the ceiling. "Are you okay? You seem. . .off."
"I'm fine, Tim Burton. Just tired." Kennedy dismissed. She rolled over so that she was on her side. "What've you been up to lately? I heard you're taking archery as your extracurricular. Did Xavier go into excruciatingly long details about how to achieve perfect aim?"
Andy didn't miss the bitterness in her tone as she spoke. "No, I already have good aim. It was pretty easy."
"Oh. Hood for you. I'm 5'11 and, so my accuracy's not very good." Kennedy grabbed a book from her nightstand and rolled back onto her back. "What about therapy? How's that going?"
She hummed lightly. "It's been fine." Andy gazed at the ceiling. She locked her fingers together on her stomach. "I didn't know Tyler saw Kinbott, too." She mentioned him, thinking about him all of a sudden.
Kennedy, deep into her book, hinted a smirk. "Yeah, he's been seeing her for a while. He started around the same time as I did." She looked her way. "I can't exact tell you why."
Andy nodded, understanding. Her eyes never trailed away from the ceiling. "Do you ever wish your life was. . .normal?" 
She listened to Kennedy scoff. "Are you kidding me? I would sell my kidneys on the black market to have a normal life. Go to a normal school. A normal dance. I got all of that taken away too soon."
She turned her head to the side. "What do you mean by that?"
The smell of vulnerability made them both uncomfortable. Kennedy sighed and put down her book. "My parents sent me to Nevermore when I was twelve. When my dad died, my mom went rouge and she. . ." She paused, not being able to say what she wanted to say. "I had to live with my grandmother for a while. My whole family graduated from here. Outcasts run in my family. And the whole school knowing my ex boyfriend got with my ex best friend doesn't help my situation either. . .so yeah, I'd love to have a normal life."
It was the first time in her life where Andy felt like she could share her inner thoughts with someone who wasn't required to keep a record of them. Kennedy understood what it felt like to be different, to be on the outside always looking in. Even when she put on the cool girl act, she was still insecure about herself on the inside. 
"How do you get through it?"
"I try to think about things that make me happy. There's not a lot, but, there's a few things that keep me going." Kennedy answers. She shifted her head on the pillow so she was looking in her direction. "What about you, Addams? What makes you happy?"