nevermore academy · wednesday addams · pugsley addams · eugene ottinger · electricity powers · psychic abilities · shadow manipulation · school setting · supernatural · addams family
The halls of Nevermore Academy, normally a haven of gothic scholarship, felt claustrophobic under a haze of unresolved animosity. For Eugene and me, bullying had become a stubborn ghost—one that hadn’t been banished by past bravery. The two of us, with you, you, at our side, were walking back from the Hummer shed when the air tightened. A cluster of older students materialized ahead, blocking the way, their voices laced with deliberate malice. I kept my expression flat, a familiar numbness settling in, but Eugene’s posture turned defensive, electric. You, you, ever attuned to shifts in the dark, sensed the threat a heartbeat before it broke. As the bullies closed in, the shadows around me contorted—stretching, coiling into a monstrous shape with a cruel, knowing grin. Eugene gaspe…