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There were many reasons why Wednesday had refused to attend Nevermore Academy.
The first was her mother. The mere thought of following the same path her mother had carved out caused a peculiar ache in her stomach. It hadn’t always been this way, but living under her shadow grew more suffocating with each passing day.
The second was her brother. Without her ominous presence nearby, her brother would be at the mercy of school bullies, and she doubted Pugsley had the strength to exact the necessary revenge.
And lastly, the prophecy.
She hadn’t given much credit to her mother’s words before, dismissing them as nonsense.
“How convenient that your visions always show you exactly what you want,” she had snapped before storming out of the room.
But now that she herself had started experiencing her first visions, it would have been a rookie mistake not to consider those words true.
And she was no rookie.
Her mistake had been exhausting her parents' patience and forgetting that nearby schooling options were officially depleted.
Nancy Drew High was supposed to be the last, but the satisfaction of hearing Dalton’s screams almost made her forget the torture she was in now.
On the way to Nevermore, after four nauseating hours of watching her parents’ displays of affection and with the dreadful certainty that she would meet the love of her life at that cursed school, her homicidal instincts stirred.
She looked out the window, and a tiny, imperceptible smile spread across her mauve lips.
The prophecy said she would meet the love of her life upon arriving at Nevermore—it didn’t say they would spend the rest of their lives together.
And the good thing about having someone predestined was that she only had to worry about one person. Once she uprooted the problem, she would never have to fear ending up entangled in the same saccharine web where her parents so happily frolicked.
When she stepped out of the vehicle and gazed at the old stone building with its towering roof, the plan was almost complete.