I had this idea for a while. Jenna Ortega was really great as Wednesday and it's fun to imagine her having to deal with new situations and feelings. If you're not a fan of Femslash or older/younger pairings you can turn away now. For everyone else I hope you enjoy. I based Miss Hopewell on Christina Hendricks XD
If you spent more than five minutes with Wednesday Addams you could tell immediately that she did not belong in a normal school, not that she wasn't intelligent or properly dressed but she was impossible to talk to let alone make friends with. Now at 18 she was hopeful to be gone from the confines of the public school system and do as she pleased, away from these Neanderthals that passed as everyday people. Rather than drop out of school upon her birthday she instead made a deal with her parents to complete graduation and they would pay her the money needed to get as far away from everyone as possible.
An entire high school career and no friends, quite an accomplishment, she remained her woeful self without conforming to their standards, surely this year would be no different than when she started. She knew this semester she would have to put up with a teacher for English class she had encountered only briefly when she started at this waking . Many had always looked up to, a sweet woman that sounded more and more nauseating the more Wednesday heard her name through the halls.
Yes, Miss Hopewell was a kind, redhaired woman, pale skin, a wicked smile, she wore tight clothing that carefully fit around her curves, a thick woman that got attention with her plump posterior and impossible bust that was almost a person in its own right. Wednesday did not understand how she could get away with the cleavage she always seemed to show off, maybe she had some kind of special privilege, some kind of understanding with the principal maybe. She never understood why anyone went so crazy about big breasts, they looked rather unappealing the bigger they were on most women, not to mention just imagining the back problems. 'Miss Hopewell has MOMMY MILKERS' that's what she heard boys say, such imbeciles, even some of the girls would talk about her, wishing they could be so lucky and have a positive body image about themselves. Wednesday would see her walk along in the hall, thinking she'd be better suited as a star attraction in a freakshow rather than a place like this; but then that wouldn't be right because Wednesday liked freak shows.
"Good morning, Wednesday!"
Wednesday tried ignoring her, going to her seat in the back of the room, not talking to anyone unless they were really asking for it.
"You're looking great!"
Some students would laughed, Wednesday knew through that smile and airheaded blank stare she was saying these things to get at her like all the rest, she wanted to say something more demeaning but because she was supposed to be a woman of education and wanted to keep getting her $35,000 a year salary she had to be very subtly sarcastic.
"You're looking dumber," Wednesday said under her breath.
"What was that, Wednesday?" She asked,
Wednesday sighed and turned to her, "I said: You're looking bright this lovely morning," it hurt her to actually say that, physical pain.
"That's not what she said, Miss Hopewell," said brown noser Karen Welby.
Wednesday ignored her and dug out her notebook.
"Oh, I'm sure she did", said Miss Hopewell, brushing off her concern, "Oh and Wednesday, I think I'll have you sit up front."
Wednesday frowned, "But I always sit by the window."
"Yes, well, I want to make sure I see you up close."
Wednesday wasn't amused, she would normally watch the crows pick at dead animal carcasses and roadkill outside. She switched seats with one of the troublemakers, Ernie Freud, his friend she sat next to was no better, Steven Hyke, shaven head, tattoos, a skinhead in the making; no business being in a poetry class, not a very focused or sophisticated mind, by the look of him he should have graduated ages ago. Wednesday always took this class as an opportunity to let her morbid imagination take flight; it would also be good to ruffle some feathers.
Just when she was getting her groove on she noticed a big dumb shadow blocking her light, Miss Hopewell was looking down at her work, when she looked up, all she saw were two very close friends in a seam splitting pushup bra. Students giggled when they saw just how uncomfortable Wednesday was with their teacher's breasts in her face, some snapped pictures with their phones.
"I really like what I see here," Miss Hopewell said, leaning in a little closer to point to a line Wednesday wrote on the page, the top of one one of her breasts accidentally grazed her student's left cheek; Wednesday froze, her eyes widened enough that it was even more comical to everyone, "Oh! Terribly sorry, Wednesday!"
Wednesday did not take humiliation well, but this was a different kind, she wanted to run out the door and find a bathroom stall to hide in or for more dramatic purposes jump out the window to her death; but she made that promise to her parents.
"...Good work, Wednesday," Miss Hopewell tried to move on like nothing happened, everyone continued to laugh, she told them to settle down and get back to work. Wednesday hid her face, she didn't care what they thought, she just wanted to ignore their childishness.
"Hey, Freak!" Steven whispered loudly, "Freak!"
Wednesday got tired of this and looked over, the dimwit was holding up a picture he drew, a little crude comic where Miss Hopewell was a stripper on stage with a pole, dancing, Wednesday was in the audience, the next panel had Miss Hopewell putting her boobs in Wednesday's face, the panel after that was them doing a 69 together on stage; Wednesday rolled her eyes and scoffed at such mindless drivel.
Luckily this semester was short lived as she was sent off to her parents' old school Nevermore after an incident involving piranha released in the pool as revenge on some bullies that attacked her brother Pugsley without her permission; in part it was the best way to get out of Miss Hopewell's classroom.
Nevermore was a private school, she hoped she would find some kind of solitary there but she was assigned a roommate that showed she would become a nuisance. Enid was too bright and colorful for this place, in some ways she reminded her too much of Miss Hopewell.
"You're going to love it here, Wednesday! I just know we'll become the best of friends!"
Wednesday was able to stop her before she did the unthinkable and hug her.
"I think we're in the same class tomorrow. We just got a new teacher for poetry!"
Surely an improvement.
Though some of the other students were not all bad, they seemed to cast Wednesday in a rather dim light, not seeing her as Nevermore material. Wednesday knew this would take some time adjusting but at least she was away from that redheaded twit.
She stepped into the poetry classroom the next morning with a large collection of matching uniforms and almost had a heart attack at the sight standing in front of the chalkboard.
"Oh! Good morning, Wednesday!"
Wednesday couldn't believe it, there was Miss Hopewell in her poetry class wearing Nevermore colors; surely this had to be some kind of elaborate joke.
"They moved you to this school too?"
Maybe if she fainted or faked a seizure she would be excused for the rest of the day.
To be continued!