Wednesday

The New Roomie

1. vivid [adj] - bright, clear
2. howdy [exp] - hello
3. a roomie [n] – roommate
4. Not a hugger. [exp] - You don't like hugging.
5. allergic to [adj] - having a strong (dangerous) negative reaction to food, dust, or other
substances
6. break out into hives [exp] - have a bad skin reaction
7. flesh [n] - skin
8. peel off [phv] - come off, fall off
9. an outcast [n] - an outsider, someone who is not accepted by society
10.found [v] - start, establish
11.freaks [n] - strange people
12.a marginalized group [n] - a group of people that is commonly discriminated against
13.sanitized [adj] - clean, only the positive side
14.a sales pitch [n] - trying to persuade or convince
15.smirk [v] - smile (in an evil way)
16.nefarious [adj] - evil, in a criminal way
17.swirl around [phv] - circulate
18.pull strings [exp] - use your influence or power to gain an unfair advantage, often in a secret
way
19.get (you) off [phv] - stop you from being punished
20.But who is counting? [exp] - the number is not important
21.a quad [n] - a shape with four sides, the central open area at a university
22.a pentagon [n] - a shape with five sides
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Gomez: It's so vivid.

Enid: Howdy, roomie.

Weems: Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair.

Enid: Are you feeling okay? You look a little ... pale.

Gomez: Wednesday always looks half-dead.

Enid: Oh. Welcome to Ophelia Hall. Not a hugger. Got it.

Morticia: Please excuse Wednesday. She's allergic to color.

Enid: Oh, wow. What happens to you?

Wednesday: I break out into hives, and then the flesh peels off my bones.

Weems: Luckily, we've special ordered you a uniform. Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's

office to pick it up along with a copy of her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.

Enid: Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us. Outcasts. Freaks. Monsters. Fill in your

favorite marginalized group here.

Wednesday: You can save the sanitized sales pitch. I don't plan on staying here for long.

Enid: Why not?

Wednesday: This was my parents's idea. Oh look, there's my mother smirking at me. They've been

looking for any excuse to send me here. It's all a part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious plan.

Enid: What plan?

Wednesday: To turn me into a version of themselves.

Enid: Well, in that case, perhaps you can clear something up. Rumor's been swirling around that you

killed a kid at your old school, and your parents pulled strings to get you off.

Wednesday: Actually, it was two kids, but who's counting?

Enid: Welcome to the quad.

Wednesday: It's a pentagon.