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The Rose And Her Thorn

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Part 5.

Esmeria wasn't meant to be at the Weathervane Cafe. But she was bored, so anything Principal Weems said had zero effect on her brain. She sat in a little booth with her hot chocolate, one away from the door, in her attempt to people-watch.

It was getting boring, but then she saw something in the corner of her eye. Wednesday Addams sliding down the water pipe outside Dr Kinbott's office. She glanced at the car containing Larissa Weems, and quickly walked across the road. Esmeria watched Wednesday bump into a man carrying a crate full of apples.

The apples fell everywhere, and Wednesday's head flew back so fast it was almost at a right angle. The man started collecting the apples and Wednesday's head snapped back forward. Esmeria could see the man say something to Wednesday, who stared at the man for a second before rushing towards the Weathervane.

Esmeria moved over to her friend Tyler, who was fixing the coffee machine. "Still working on that?"

He sighed. "It really doesn't wanna work with me today."

She laughed, moving behind the counter, still clutching her cup. The machine suddenly let out a large gust of steam, making Esmeria jump. Tyler jumped as well, but it was at the fact that Wednesday had appeared in front of him. "Holy crap! Do you make a habit of scaring the hell out of people?"

"It's more of a hobby."

Esmeria looked up and smiled. "Hey Wednesday!"

Wednesday nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello Esmè."

Esmeria tried not to blush at the nickname as the other two began speaking again.

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "You go to Nevermore. Didn't realize they changed the uniform."

Esmeria shook her head. "They didn't."

Tyler glanced between the two girls in confusion as Wednesday spoke. "I need a quad over ice. It's an emergency."

She sighed as Tyler opened his mouth. "It's four shots of espresso."

He blinked. "Yeah, I-I know what a quad is, but, spoiler alert, the machine's having a seizure, so all we have is drip."

Wednesday tilted her head, confused. "But drip is for people who hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning."

The three teens glanced over at a man who had been pouring himself a cup until, upon hearing Wednesday's statement, looked down sadly and walked away. Esmeria chuckled. "Well, I don't work here, so I'm gonna go sit back down."

She walked out from behind the counter, smiling at Wednesday as she did so. She sat back down at her previous booth, opening Twitter.

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Mira⚰️

@dead_inside

Guys, drip is for people hate themselves and know their lives have no real purpose or meaning💀

9 Rᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛs 2 Qᴜᴏᴛᴇ Tᴡᴇᴇᴛs 43 Lɪᴋᴇs

Enid🐺 @enid_the_vlogger

Replying to @dead_inside

What did you do this time?

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Mira⚰️ @dead_inside

Replying to @enid_the_vlogger

Literally nothing! Why do you always think it's me?????

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Enid🐺 @enid_the_vlogger

Replying to @dead_inside

Because it usually is lol🤣🤣

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Esmeria looked up from her phone to see Wednesday sitting down across from her. "What'd Tyler want?"

Wednesday looked down and back up. "I need a ride to the train station so I can get out of here. Tyler's willing to drive me, but not until his shift is over."

Esmeria opened her mouth in an 'o' shape, remembering that Wednesday had said something about 'escaping' a few times. "Can I come with you? Just until the station. If I went with you, my parents would probably find me anyway."

Wednesday thought for a second and nodded. "Ok."

Esmeria smiled and looked back at her phone, trying to get Enid canceled on Twitter. She came out of her trance upon hearing voices that she really didn't want to hear.

"What're two Nevermore freaks doing out in the wild?"

"This is our booth."

Esmeria rolled her eyes. "I don't see your names on it."

Wednesday almost smiled at Esmeria's comment, until something else registered in her mind. She looked the boys up and down. "Why are you dressed like religious fanatics?"

"We're pilgrims."

Wednesday tilted her head. "Potato, po-tah-to."

One of the boys stepped forward, sliding a flyer across the table to Wednesday. "We work at Pilgrim World."

Wednesday glanced at the flyer for a few seconds, then looked back up. "It takes a special kind of stupid to devote an entire theme park to zealots responsible for mass genocide."

Lucas -the leader of the posse- scowled. "My dad owns Pilgrim World. Who're you calling stupid."

Esmeria groaned. "No one even cares, Lucas! Literally just shut up, and leave us alone."

Lucas's scowl deepened as Tyler walked over and started speaking. "Guys, back off."

Lucas turned to Tyler. "Stay out of this, Galpin."

Wednesday stood up. "Yes, stay out of this."

Lucas moved closer to Wednesday. "So tell me, freak, you ever been with a normie?"

Esmeria's eyes blazed with anger and she immediately moved to get up, stopping only when Wednesday looked at her with an 'I can do this' look on her face. Esmeria sighed resentfully, sitting back down. Wednesday looked at her for a second more before responding to Lucas. "I've never found one that could handle me."

There was a pause. Then Wednesday leaned towards the boys. "Boo."

"Hey!" Lucas called angrily, lunging at Wednesday. She took them all down easily, except for one, who moved to Esmeria as she sipped her hot chocolate. Mid-sip, Esmeria held her hand out, palm facing the boy. He stood still in confusion for a second until a Venus Flytrap shot out from the middle of her hand. It's mouth snapped shut in front of his face, teeth scraping some skin off his nose.

He fell backwards, crying like a baby. Esmeria laughed as Tyler turned to Wednesday. "So, where'd you learn those kung fu moves?"

Wednesday looked at Tyler. "My uncle taught me. He spent five years in a Tibetan Monastery."

Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Was he a monk?"

Wednesday slightly shook her head. "Prisoner."

Esmeria walked forward to join them until she saw the sheriff walking towards the shop. Her eyes widened and she turned to the other teens. "I have to go! Remember-"

Tyler cut her off. "-Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold?"

Esmeria nodded and rushed under a table, melting into the shadows.