Wednesday trekked lazily into the drama room.
It was no secret that Wednesday despised school. Sure, she was actually a wonderful student and often got top grades, but she still hated it. She didn't see the point of having to get up in the early hours of the morning just to go to a shabby building and be forced to learn English and math.
However, there was only one class that made Wednesday even tolerate coming to school, and that class was drama. Here, she could act out her dreams.
She took a seat in the front row, like she always did. As she sat down, a girl with jet black hair in pigtails plopped down next to her. "Hi, Wednesday!" the girl said cheerfully.
"Hi, Haruka," said Wednesday, smiling slightly. Haruka was Wednesday's best friend, a Japanese-American who was fascinated by voice acting and the art of making grilled cheese sandwiches (Wednesday never really understood that).
The two talked about random matters as students filed into the room, but things took a turn when Haruka mentioned their drama teacher, Ms. Labelle, had said she had an announcement.
"What kind of announcement?" asked Wednesday cautiously. Everybody knew Ms. Labelle's announcements usually ended in trouble.
"I don't know," replied Haruka. "But I overheard her telling the math teacher that she had something "new and creative" planned, and that she knew "the perfect person, the chosen one" that could pull it off." Haruka, despite her slight Asian accent, imitated Ms. Labelle's voice to perfection.
Before Wednesday could comment, the bell rang and class began. Ms. Labelle dramatically opened the curtains and stepped out onto the stage, facing the 30 wide-eyed faces before her.
"Good morning, everyone!" said Ms. Labelle.
"Good morning," said the class.
"First of all, I'd like to congratulate everyone on last week's performance," said Ms. Labelle. "Even if it did not go perfectly as planned, I am still very proud of you for keeping calm and carrying on, so to speak."
The kids looked at each other. It was true--the last play that was put on by the class was called "The Chinese Wonderland", which was about a lost princess who ends up in a strange other kingdom and is chased by jiangshis or whatever. The point was, that a kid who was playing a jiangshi accidentally hopped off the stage, and one girl tried doing a stage dive during a musical number. It definitely wasn't the best night ever, especially to Wednesday, who had spent half the play putting a hand to her face.
Ms. Labelle continued, "However, that is behind us now. Our next project will be another original act, which will be put on by a mystery person. I will not tell you that yet. Anyways, let us begin our acting practice."
*****
After at least 30 minutes of doing random monologues on the stage, the bell rang and class was dismissed to lunch. The class almost stampeded out, including Haruka (she knew there would be Panini sandwiches for lunch).
Before she could exit, Ms. Labelle called Wednesday to her desk. Wednesday nervously walked to her teacher's office, wiping her sweaty hands on her coat.
"Hello, Wednesday," said Ms. Labelle calmly.
"H-hello, Ms. Labelle," said Wednesday, her voice shaky.
"Do not worry, you're not in trouble." Wednesday relaxed a bit. "I have a very important task for you."
Looking into Wednesday's deep blue eyes, Ms. Labelle said, "I would like you to produce the drama class's next performance."
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Wednesday's Day Chap. 1 - Sunday
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
The days of the week make up the months of the year. Each day has a name, and so do the months.
But why don't the weeks of the month have names? They occur all the time, like the days and the months. Even then, what would the weeks be called? Firstweek? Mayweek? Overweek? Something of that nature?
That's what Wednesday Gretzky was wondering as she sat on her bed one rainy Sunday morning. Like that was a surprise. It rained every day. Only 80 days out of 365 were actually bright and sunny. Willows, Oregon was just not a sunny place.
Wednesday wondered about that, too. Willows was very appropriately named. One, because it was constantly raining and wet. Two, because of the rain, there were a lot of weeping willow trees around. Heck, Wednesday's house was just a hop and skip away from the woods, which was made up of weeping willows. And three, it was so green the town itself could remind you of a willow.
To the average person, living in such a soupy, sleepy place like Willows would be a dreadfully boring experience. But no. It was Wednesday's home.
Wednesday had been born in Willows. Her family was a funny bunch--she had a mom, and a dad, a big brother named Silver and a little sister named Yume (pronounced yoo-meh). She was the middle child, of course. No surprise there.
Of course, it contributed to her rather unique name: Wednesday. She had this name because her parents were so busy trying to gather materials for their new baby that they had no name for her when she came. But, because she was the second child and it was a Wednesday the day of her birth, her parents decided to name the little girl Wednesday.
Wednesday was often teased for her name. Everyone admitted that was pretty in a way, but it was a bit too...out there. Wednesday was supposed to be a day in the week, so nobody had even known that someone could be named Wednesday. So, many kids pestered her for it, asking why exactly she was named such. She either told them or replied with a snarky comment.
It didn't help that she was abnormal in almost every way: her hair was an odd, ashy color, her eyes were dark ocean blue and her skin was pale like ivory. She had a wide assortment of hats that she never went out without wearing. She loved eating fruits and vegetables and was a regular coffee drinker. She knew how to play a bassoon. She read books on how certain foods reacted to chemicals. She knew how to speak and read Russian fluently. She despised sports. She drew pictures of caterpillars and frogs in her notebooks.
She just was not...usual.
Wednesday yawned and looked at the clock on her desk. 6:45.
She rolled her eyes and opened the window the slightest crack, so that the sound of rain quietly filtered in. Then, she dragged herself back to her bed and curled under the covers, going back to sleep.
The days of the week make up the months of the year. Each day has a name, and so do the months.
But why don't the weeks of the month have names? They occur all the time, like the days and the months. Even then, what would the weeks be called? Firstweek? Mayweek? Overweek? Something of that nature?
That's what Wednesday Gretzky was wondering as she sat on her bed one rainy Sunday morning. Like that was a surprise. It rained every day. Only 80 days out of 365 were actually bright and sunny. Willows, Oregon was just not a sunny place.
Wednesday wondered about that, too. Willows was very appropriately named. One, because it was constantly raining and wet. Two, because of the rain, there were a lot of weeping willow trees around. Heck, Wednesday's house was just a hop and skip away from the woods, which was made up of weeping willows. And three, it was so green the town itself could remind you of a willow.
To the average person, living in such a soupy, sleepy place like Willows would be a dreadfully boring experience. But no. It was Wednesday's home.
Wednesday had been born in Willows. Her family was a funny bunch--she had a mom, and a dad, a big brother named Silver and a little sister named Yume (pronounced yoo-meh). She was the middle child, of course. No surprise there.
Of course, it contributed to her rather unique name: Wednesday. She had this name because her parents were so busy trying to gather materials for their new baby that they had no name for her when she came. But, because she was the second child and it was a Wednesday the day of her birth, her parents decided to name the little girl Wednesday.
Wednesday was often teased for her name. Everyone admitted that was pretty in a way, but it was a bit too...out there. Wednesday was supposed to be a day in the week, so nobody had even known that someone could be named Wednesday. So, many kids pestered her for it, asking why exactly she was named such. She either told them or replied with a snarky comment.
It didn't help that she was abnormal in almost every way: her hair was an odd, ashy color, her eyes were dark ocean blue and her skin was pale like ivory. She had a wide assortment of hats that she never went out without wearing. She loved eating fruits and vegetables and was a regular coffee drinker. She knew how to play a bassoon. She read books on how certain foods reacted to chemicals. She knew how to speak and read Russian fluently. She despised sports. She drew pictures of caterpillars and frogs in her notebooks.
She just was not...usual.
Wednesday yawned and looked at the clock on her desk. 6:45.
She rolled her eyes and opened the window the slightest crack, so that the sound of rain quietly filtered in. Then, she dragged herself back to her bed and curled under the covers, going back to sleep.
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