"You don't think I want the truth? Of course I do," Weems said through gritted teeth. "But the world isn't always black and white. There are shades of gray."
Wednesday never backed down. "Maybe for you. But it's either they write our 온라인카지노게임 or we do. You can't have it both ways." She declared. 
Principal Weems switched her gaze between them. "You're exhausting."
"I know." The sisters said in unison.
When she realized she wasn't going to win, Weems exhaled. "Good night, Miss Addams." She watched them head for the door. "But you should know. . ." She stopped them. "I don't tire of easily."
Andy stared back at her challengingly. "Well, we don't give up easily." She stated and left the room.
She had no regrets about what they did. She knew the truth about Crackstone. Weems claimed that she knew the truth but she, or anybody else, didn't see what she saw, or hear what she heard. To have a whole town celebrate a man who ultimately put a group of outcasts to their death was sickening, and not in a good way.
It was the first time in her life that Andy felt this passionate about something, and just like her sister, she wasn't going to stop until she figured out the truth.











"So that happened today."
Kennedy and Andy were sat together on her bed, repairing their black nails. "Yeah, it did," Andy replied while focusing on her thumb nail. The silence made her lift her head. Kennedy was staring at her with one eyebrow raised. "What?"
"Don't try to act like it wasn't you and Wednesday who sat the statue on fire."
"I can neither confirm or deny."
Kennedy rolled her eyes. "Please, Andy, do I seriously look like I care that the statue of a colonizer was set on fire?" She said with a scoff.
Andy lightened up a little. "No, I guess not. You can't say anything to anybody. Wednesday and I are already on Weems's watch list."
She pretended to zip her lips. "My lips are sealed. No worries." Kennedy blew on her nails. "But. . .just be careful, Andy."
She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean?"
"I've been going to school here for a long time, which means I've been to Jericho a lot. Those people are crazy and they do literally anything to protect their reputation. You don't even wanna know how much stuff I've had to witness going there." Kennedy shifted her jaw side to side, a sad look glazing over her eyes. "I just want you to be careful. Especially with Sheriff Galpin."
"I don't—"
"I know him, Andy. Okay? He was close to my father before he died. He's a tough man. . .and he's not the biggest fan of outcasts. So just be careful, okay? I'm serious."
Andy looked down at her hands again. She didn't respond which Kennedy took as an answer. She started to paint her other hand. "Speaking of Galpin. . .how're you and coffee boy?" She grew a smirk.
"Tyler and I are fine."
"I never got to ask how your Outreach Day was. Did you enjoy getting to spent some alone time with him?" Kennedy teased.