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WD - Chapter 193: Tuesday Foster
🕑 Added 2025-01-12 16:37:53 +0000 UTC[Third-Person Perspective]
"Violet, breakfast is ready!"
Violet quickly packed her books and supplies into her backpack, put on a plaid shirt, turned off her computer with its unproductive research, and left her room.
She glanced at the time and hurried down the stairs. If she didn’t eat quickly, she’d be late again to Mr. Memphis’s class—the oldest and strictest teacher of them all. Being late to his class was never a good idea.
“Where’s Josh?” Violet asked, sitting in one of the kitchen chairs and dropping her backpack carelessly on the floor. She wasn’t the most meticulous girl with her belongings or appearance; some even considered her a tomboy.
“I already called him. He should be coming down soon,” replied Janice, Violet’s mother. Josh was her younger brother, only a year apart from her.
“JOSH, GET DOWN HERE! I’M NOT WAITING FOR YOU TO FINISH YOUR BREAKFAST TODAY!” Violet shouted impatiently. The other day, she had been late to class because of her brother.
A few minutes later, Josh, a chubby boy with dark skin and a sleepy expression, came downstairs grumbling.
“What?” Violet asked with a mouthful of food, frowning at her brother.
“Nothing…” Josh muttered under his breath, plopping into the chair lazily.
“Tomboy,” Josh murmured when Violet stopped paying attention to him and began scrolling through her phone while eating breakfast.
Five minutes later, a horn sounded. Violet finished her breakfast just in time, got up quickly, grabbed her backpack, and said goodbye to her mom.
"That’s Simon. If you want to walk, keep eating, Josh," said Violet as she walked toward the door.
"You know I need to finish my breakfast!" Josh complained, standing up and following his sister. He decided to take the toast in his hand—he wasn’t about to sit through two hours of class waiting for lunch.
"You should’ve woken up earlier," Violet said, opening the door and heading toward a black truck that wasn’t even remotely clean.
"Hurry up, you two! I don’t want to be late for the grumpy old man’s class," shouted a lanky guy with brown hair sitting in the driver’s seat.
Violet and Josh climbed into the back seats. The girl in the front passenger seat turned to look back with a smile.
"Hey, Violet! Ready for another week of thrilling events at the best school in the county?" the girl said with clear sarcasm since nothing out of the ordinary ever happened at Shadyside High School. In fact, it was much more boring and less exciting than a normal school—or so all the town’s teenagers thought.
"Thrilling, my ass," Violet said with a grimace as she brushed aside some fast-food wrappers from the seat.
The girl who spoke was Kate, and the boy was Simon. Both were Violet’s best friends.
Kate had long hair tied back in a ponytail, brown eyes, and dressed fashionably—unlike Violet.
"Oh, still sulking over Sam? Get over it, tough girl. You’re more sensitive than you let on," Simon teased, slamming his foot on the gas pedal.
Josh quickly buckled his seatbelt. He couldn’t trust his safety to this stoner friend of his sister.
‘Why does it always smell like weed?’ Josh thought, rolling down the window.
"Hi, Kate," Josh said once he felt safe and could breathe fresh air.
"Hey," Kate replied, not noticing the interest Violet’s younger brother showed in her.
"Shut up, Simon," Violet snapped in response to his earlier comment. "I’m over Sam. I’m just in a bad mood because of my research," she added, clicking her tongue.
"We told you all that stuff was useless," Kate said as she fixed her makeup using the sun visor mirror.
"Everyone wants to get out of here. You know the two of us are saving up to leave this boring town," she added, glancing at Simon, who let out a cheer of approval.
"Saving up with a very noble job," Violet said sarcastically.
"Hey, dealers contribute to society. How else would guys our age have fun without drugs?" Simon joked.
Violet shook her head but said nothing. Her two friends had a buddy who worked at the town pharmacy and got them pills and other stuff to sell. That was their savings method to escape the town.
"Speaking of exciting events, I know you said it sarcastically, but something out of the ordinary should actually happen today," Josh said, trying to catch Kate's attention—and it worked, as the group fell silent.
"Oh, oh! What do you have for us, hacker boy?" Simon asked, curious.
"From what I’ve found out, there are two new girls joining the high school. Remember the Millers' house? A widow rented it with two daughters our age," Josh said, hoping his news would spark some excitement among his friends.
"Oh, right. I forgot about that," Kate commented. She knew about a new family moving into the Millers' house thanks to Violet’s fruitless investigation.
"How do you know they’re our age?" Violet asked, showing genuine interest. The idea of someone new arriving in the small and boring Shadyside was intriguing, especially for her.
She already knew all the girls at her school, and as a lesbian, her options had never been abundant. Kate always insisted she meet someone new to get over Sam, but how could she in a town where everyone had known each other since elementary school?
"Mom talked to Mrs. Foster and found out her daughters are 16," Josh replied.
"So your source is your mom?" Simon asked, raising an eyebrow before bursting into laughter. Kate quickly joined in.
"Yeah… so what? What source could be better than Shadyside’s gossiping residents?" Josh replied in a slightly defensive tone, though he knew they were teasing him.
"Point for Josh," Kate said, still smiling.
"I’ll tell Mom you called her a gossip," Violet said, then drifted back into her thoughts while the other three debated whether they’d see the new students today, what they’d be like, and so on.
Could this be what she needed to distract herself from Sam? Though part of her tried to keep her expectations low, another part couldn’t help but feel curious.
While Violet was lost in thought and the other three chatted—mostly Kate and Simon—Violet’s eyes caught something unusual through the window.
A few meters ahead of the car, a solitary figure walked casually along the sidewalk.
At first, it was the hair that caught Violet's attention. A golden tone, shining as if reflecting the faint morning light, cascaded perfectly down the figure’s back. Something about the way it moved, almost ethereal, made Violet frown and snap out of her thoughts.
“Who is that…?” she murmured to herself, leaning toward the window.
The car kept moving, and the closer they got, the more details she could make out. The figure was feminine, with a slender, delicate silhouette, but there was something about her relaxed stride that felt defiant and arrogant.
"Hey, look at that!" Violet suddenly exclaimed, interrupting the conversation.
"Look at what?" Simon asked, glancing lazily into the rearview mirror.
"There, on the sidewalk. That girl," Violet replied, nodding toward her.
"Who is she?" Josh asked, pressing his face against the glass to get a better look, accidentally nudging Violet in the process. She didn’t mind—she was also focused on getting a clear view of the girl’s face.
As the car passed the girl, they all got a good look at her, and the inside of the car fell into abrupt silence.
Her face was almost unreal, with perfectly symmetrical features that seemed sculpted. Her skin was smooth, flawless. But it was her eyes that truly took their breath away: an icy blue that, far from being warm, seemed to pierce anyone who dared to look at them.
The girl, who was none other than Tuesday, noticed their stares. She turned her head slightly and met their gaze.
Simon, without realizing it, began steering the car toward the sidewalk, still mesmerized by her presence.
"Simon!" Kate shouted, smacking his arm.
The car jolted as Simon swerved back onto the road, his eyes still fixed on the rearview mirror.
"You almost killed us, you idiot!" Kate exclaimed.
"What did you expect? It’s not my fault that girl looks like she walked out of a magazine!" Simon shot back, his heart still racing.
"Who the hell is she?" Violet muttered, not caring about the near accident as she turned to look at the figure through the rearview mirror.
Josh let out a nervous laugh, still looking back. "She’s probably one of the new girls. She’s walking to school, but at that pace… she’ll be at least ten minutes late."
Simon let out an exaggerated laugh. “Take that, Sunnyvale bastards! We’ll finally beat them at something. Our school has a supermodel, and theirs doesn’t.”
Violet rolled her eyes at Simon’s comment, but an idea started to form in her head. Without thinking too much, she leaned forward. “Simon, stop the car.”
“What?” Simon looked at her confused, while Josh and Kate exchanged curious glances.
“Stop the car and reverse,” Violet insisted, pointing her thumb behind them. “We’ll offer to give her a ride. That way, she won’t be late.”
Simon grimaced, clearly unsure. “Are you crazy? What if she thinks we’re stalkers?”
“Or weirdos? I don’t want her first impression of us to be that bad,” Josh added, adjusting his hair just in case.
“It won’t look weird if we do it casually. Besides, it’s polite,” Violet replied with an authoritative tone that left no room for argument.
“I don’t know… maybe she doesn’t want to get into a car with strangers,” Kate commented more cautiously. It wouldn’t be good for a girl like her to see them as weirdos or perverts.
“Stop the car and reverse,” Violet repeated, and no one wanted to argue further.
The car slowly reversed until it was even with Tuesday’s figure.
‘I should have cleaned the car today,’ Simon thought nervously.
“Uh… hey!” Violet greeted, rolling down the window and sticking her head out slightly to get her attention.
Luke, or Tuesday, stopped and looked towards the normies who had stopped.
“We’re heading to school. If you want, we can give you a ride so you won’t be late,” Violet added, trying to sound casual, though the slight tension in her voice betrayed her nerves.
‘You idiot, you shouldn’t assume she’s going to school!’ Josh thought. Although everything indicated that if she was one of the new students, maybe she wasn’t, and they’d just end up in an awkward situation.
‘I was supposed to be late…’ Luke thought, suppressing an exasperated sigh. He was supposed to be late and make a big impression on everyone.
But as he caught a faint scent of grass coming from the backseat and noticed the unsure gestures of these kids, he smiled inwardly.
‘Maybe these normies could be my first minions,’ he thought.
“I guess that’s fine,” Luke replied in a neutral, almost bored tone.
Violet opened the door and pushed Josh to the other side so Luke could get in. “My name’s Violet. What’s yours?” she asked as Luke got in and closed the door.
“Tuesday Foster.”
