Wednesday

I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was

to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools

run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago…

But I admire the sadism.

I want names.

I don't know who they were, honest.

- It happened so fast. - Pugsley, emotion equals weakness.

Pull yourself together.

Now.

You scared, kid? Scared?

- -

You okay?

I'm not about to confess to my brother

that I've recently been plagued by visions.

They come on without warning,

and feel like electroshock therapy, but without the satisfying afterburn.

Leave this to me.

Wednesday?

What are you gonna do?

What I do best.

Yo, Dalton, look.

Pigsley's sister.

Hey, freak.

- This is a closed practice. -

The only person who gets to torture my brother is me.

Mmm.

Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?

Lurch, please remind my parents that I'm no longer speaking to them.

Hmm.

I promise you, my little viper,

you will love Nevermore.

Won't she, Tish?

Of course. It's the perfect school for her.

Why? Because it was the perfect school for you?

I have no interest in following in your footsteps.

Becoming captain of the fencing team,

Queen of the Dark Prom, President of the Séance Society.

I merely meant that finally you will be among peers who understand you.

Maybe you'll even make some friends.

Nevermore is like no other boarding school.

It's a magical place.

It's where I met your mother.

And we fell in love.

You guys are making me nauseous.

Not in a good way.

Darling, we aren't the ones who got you expelled.

That boy's family was going to file attempted murder charges.

How would that have looked on your record?

Terrible.

Everyone would know I failed to get the job done.

Hmm.

Just over here is fine.

- Thanks. - You sure you want to get out here?

The trail might look pretty, but it runs right past Nevermore.

That school for outcasts?

Huh. That's a polite way of putting it.

I never had a problem with outcasts.

My counselor at summer camp was a werewolf.

Great guy.

Yeah, they're just like you and me,

until they rip your throat out.

Thanks.

- -

At least it's turning into a beautiful day.

Wednesday is certainly a unique name.

I'm guessing it was the day you were born?

I was born on Friday the 13th.

Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme,

"Wednesday's child is full of woe."

You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia.

Hmm.

Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?

And you graduated with your sanity intact?

Impressive.

You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey.

Eight schools in five years.

They haven't built one strong enough to hold me.

I bet this place won't be any different.

What our daughter is trying to say

is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity.

Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term,

but given Wednesday's perfect grades

and your family's long history with the school,

I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception.

Larissa, what about Wednesday's, um…

Therapy sessions?

The court ordered them.

Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho.

- She can meet twice a week. - Did you hear that, my little storm cloud?

You're in excellent hands.

We'll see if she survives the first session.

I've assigned you to your mother's old dorm.

Ophelia Hall.

Refresh my memory.

Ophelia's the one who kills herself

after being driven mad by her family, correct?

Should we go meet your new roommate?

It's so… vivid.

Howdy, roomie.

Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.

Are you feeling okay?

You look a little pale.

Wednesday always looks half-dead.

Oh.

Welcome to Ophelia Hall.

Not a hugger. Got it.

Please excuse Wednesday.

She's allergic to color.

Oh, wow.

What happens to you?

I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones.

Luckily, we've special ordered you a uniform.

Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office

to pick it up along with her schedule,

and give her a tour along the way.

Nevermore was founded in 1791

to educate people like us.

Outcasts, freaks, monsters,

fill in your favorite marginalized group here.

You can save the sanitized sales pitch.

- I don't plan on staying here for long. - Why not?

This was my parents' idea.

Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me.

They've been looking for any excuse to send me here.

It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan.

What plan?

To turn me into a version of themselves.

In that case, perhaps you can clear something up.

Rumor's been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school,

and your parents pulled strings to get you off.

Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?

Welcome to the quad.

It's a pentagon.

The whole snarky Goth girl thing might have worked at normie school,

but here things are different.

Let me give you a wiki on Nevermore's social scene.

I'm not interested in participating in tribal adolescent clichés.

Well, then use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain.

There are many flavors of outcasts here,

but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales.

Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires.

Some of them have literally been here for decades.

That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, AKA werewolves.

- Like me! -

Full moons get pretty loud around here.

That's when Furs wolf out.

I suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones.

I'm assuming Scales are sirens?

You catch on quick.

And that girl, Bianca Barclay,

is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty.

Although her crown's been slipping lately.

She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe.

But they broke up at the beginning of the semester.

Reason unknown.

- Fascinating. - I know, right?

My vlog is, like, the number one source for Nevermore gossip.

Yo, Enid! You're not gonna believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate.

She eats human flesh.

Chowed down on that kid she murdered.