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

Wednesday Addams stood by the large pool full of idiotic teenage boys, her face stoic as ever when she spoke. In her hands were two polythene bags full of flesh eating piranha's.

The boys face were morphed into a mask of fear in a less than second as Wednesday raised her hands and dropped the bags into the pool. The terror filled the whole swimming pool, chaos broke out. What a lovely sight indeed.

Dolton, the boy who rushed towards the end of the swim pool grabbed the railing, pushing himself upward before the meat eaters could catch him. But his path was blocked as he looked up, a raven haired girl stood before him, with a smirk that was ever so present on her face.

"Hello boys," Coraline Addams drawled out with a sly grin before she kicked the boy back into the pull of awaiting hungry fishes.

She crossed her hands infront of her jacket as she watched the pool erupting into a lovely color of redness. The grin on her face matched the one from her sister across the pool.

Wednesday Addams was indeed right. The only person who gets to torture their brother is them.

♰

It was boring to say at least. Travelling with parents who seem to obsessed with classical music as well as their unbinding love towards each other. Coraline wondered if they had the ounce of decent in them. As to prove her thought they kissed. Loudly if she may add.

She looked away from the window into the passing array of green black woods, fingers twirling the black ring on her finger. Wednesday sat beside her, the girl who refused to talk to either of her siblings or her parents at the moment. But Coraline didn't want to look at her face to tell the death glare the girl was giving to their parents right now.

"Darling, how long do you intend on giving us the cold shoulder?" Their mother's musical voice filled the ears of the two teenagers, but directed at the elder sibling who turned towards their driver.

"Lurch, please remind my parents that I'm no longer speaking to them" Wednesday spoke to Lurch, who grunted. Coraline snickered, raising her feet up to her mothers' seat, getting into a comfortable position. Her mother sent her look. She should be glad I'm not the one who's giving her a cold shoulder.

Morticia hummed as their father leaned in, looking at both of his daughters faces.

"I promise you, my little vipers, you will love Nevermore," he said, looking at their mother, "Won't they, Tish?"

Morticia nodded her head slightly, agreeing with her husband, "Of course. It's the perfect school for them."

"Why?" Wednesday titled head at her mother, "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."

Coraline scratched the black bail polish on her finger, "Actually I do have interest in becoming the Queen of the Dark Prom," she said, her eyes travelling towards her mother who smiled at her proudly. But she didn't dare to look at her sister, for all she knows that Wednesday was grilling daggers from the side. But even then she couldn't hide the hint of mischievous grin forming on her face.

"Of course my little black pearl," Gomez said, a bright smile on his face as he looked at his youngest daughter.

"You both will be among peers who understands you," Morticia noted, a smirk forming at her lips, "Maybe you'll even make some friends."

Gomez smiled at this, "Nevermore is like no other boarding school," his eyes traveled to his wife, his voice getting softer, "It's a magical place. It's where I met your mother."

And they started leaning in. Oh no

"And we fell in love."

"You guys are making me nauseous." Wednesday interrupted them as Coraline let out a breathe of relief, "Not in a good way."

Thank god she said it.

"Darling, we aren't the ones who got you expelled." Morticia started, her eyes darting between her two daughters. Coraline who looked away with no particularly interest,"That boy's family was going to file attempted murder charges. How would that have looked on your record?"

Terrible. She heard the words before they were said.

"Terrible." Wednesday said, her eyes trailing off to nowhere. "Everyone would know we failed to get the job done."

"It would've been a shame mother, no?" Coraline asked, humor in her voice. Their parents fell silent, an acceptable hum from Morticia as she looked away at the window.

♰

Entering the eerie building Coraline couldn't help but be impressed at the surrounding. The place magnificent, a ethereal feeling filled the atmosphere.

Principle Weems looked like a nice woman, she surrounded herself with such a grace and beauty.

"Wednesday and Coraline, they are certainly unique names." She spoke, her eyes trailing towards the elder girl, "I'm guessing it was the day you were born?"

"I was born on Friday the thirteenth." Wednesday replied with no emotion to her voice or whatsoever.

"Her name comes from a line from my favorite nursery rhyme, 'Wednesday's child is full of woe.' " Her mother spoke proudly.

Weems smiled brightly, "And Coraline?"

Morticia's eyes lit up in happiness, a soft hum escaping her lips, "Her name is from the main character from a book I used to read when I was pregnant with her."

"You always had a unique perspective on the world, Morticia," The woman noted, the smile never leaving her lips. "Did your mother tell you we were roommates back in the day?"

Sudden thoughts of unpleasant memories filled the room, unspoken jealousy and feelings of pity. Coraline tried her best to hide the dry laughter trying to escape her. The principle looked quite uncomfortable under gaze of the youngest Addams.

"And you graduated with your sanity intact?" Wednesday commented, "Impressive."

The woman choose to ignore them, her eyes shifting back towards the file, "You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Eight schools in five years."

"Certainly, they didn't quite reach to our specific taste. I guess this place won't be any different." Coraline said, running a hand through her French braid.

"What our daughter is trying to say is that she greatly appreciates the opportunity." Gomez intercepted the conversation.

The woman held their stare for a secod before clasping her hands together, "Nevermore doesn't usually accept students mid-term, but given Wednesday's and Coraline's perfect grades and your family's long history with the school, I've spoken with the board and we've made an exception."

Coraline could hear her parents sigh in relief.

"Larissa, what about the girls, um...therapy sessions?" Their mother asked, "the court ordered them."

Coraline wanted to roll her eyes.

"Hmm. The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. They can meet twice a week." Weems answered.

"Did you hear that, my little storm cloud?" Gomez addressed his eldest daughter before shifting his gaze between Coraline, "You're in excellent hands."

"We'll see if she survives the first session." Leave it to Wednesday to say something very Wednesday like. But Coraline couldn't help but agree with her sister's statement.

So Weems did what she was best at, ignoring her little snide remarks she faced them with a bright smile, "I've assigned you both to your mother's old dorm." She said, eyes travelling between the two girls for a any reaction, "Ophelia Hall."

Ophelia Hall

Coraline Addams stood before the darkest of the room, her parents behind her while Principle woman introduced her to her new room.

It was vivid, yes. But not as much as it was in Wednesday's room and she was glad for that. Besides she could live with some color.

"Coraline, this is your roommate, Yoko Tanaka." Weems said pointing at the girl with dark brown hair who approached them with a smile on her face. Yoko waved slightly, her eyes covered with blackout glasses travelling up and down on her new roommate.

"Welcome to Ophelia Hall, roomie"

"Yoko, would be so kind to take Coraline to the registers office to pick up her uniform along with her schedule?" Weems asked the girl with a tight smile.

♰

"Welcome to Nevermore," Yoko exclaimed, grinning ear to ear as she led Coraline through the swarm of teenagers. "It was specially found to educate people like us, outcasts, monsters, freaks you name it."

Coraline followed her, silently. Her eyes traveled everywhere, taking in the surrounding of her new school.

"How old is this place?" The raven haired girl asked.

Yoko bit her lip, looking thoughtful for a moment, "Uhh-about two centuries or something I guess."

Coraline hummed as Yoko took her hand, leading them into a pentagon shaped outer meadow. The girl farely reminded her of her sister, but she was tad bit colorful than Wednesday. Speaking as her eyes lit up as she saw her sister with the colorful blonde she saw earlier. She walked up to them with Yoko following her behind.

"-use it to fill your obviously bottomless pit of disdain." Enid Sinclair said when the two girls joined them.

Wednesday looked as if she was living in a living hell, drowning herself in a misery.

"Oh my god! You must be Wednesday's sister!" Enid said, waving her arms around in excitement. "Wassup Yoko."

Wednesday moved beside her sister as the two friends took the lead, "As I was saying before, there are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners and Scales."

They walked around the corridor, students sitting in the middle of the garden as Enid pointed her finger at a certain group filled with pale teenagers.

"Those are the Fangs, AKA vampires." She explained before leaning in, "Some of them have literally been here for decades."

Yoko coughed loudly, making Enid lean away as her eyes widened.

"You're not like hundreds years old, are you?" Coraline asked her new roommate.

"Nope." the girl shook her head in amusement while they walked further.

"That bunch of knuckle heads are Furs," Enid said, pointing at another group of students who started howling as soon as they saw them, "AKA Werewolves. Like me."

"Also if you wanna stay without going deaf I suggest you pick up noise-cancelling headphones, Furs make an awful lot of noises on full moon." Yoko whispered in her ear, giving look at the said bunch of knuckle heads.

"I'm assuming Scales are Sirens?" Wednesday guessed as they stopped at a point.

"You catch on quick." Enid praised, "And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to royalty."

Coraline let her gaze travel around the place when her eyes caught the brunette hair, a person she thought she would never meet again. She felt a smile curling at the end of her lips as she remembered the memories from the last time they met. He has changed

"She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe," Coraline's ears perked up at the mention of his name, "But they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown."

"Fascinating." Her sister said flatly while Coraline wanted to ask more.

And she definitely will.

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i swapped melanie to yoko to fit her into the stories better, hope u guys don't mind.