"Amity Blight" I shuddered at the sound of my name, the conversations in my head slightly growing because of the feeling I was receiving. "Yes mother?" My voice wavered, it was noticeable for sure. "How is your school work?" Thats the first time she has ever asked about my school, it was my last year and the pressure of being on the top was growing. Edric and Emira were still here, playing their part in the Emperors Coven alongside our parents. Its not like they wanted to but being their age they needed something to do. I let my posture become a little more stern, looking around and noticing the blackness that came from a corner in the room where my mother was pacing back and forth.
"Its.. fine." I lied. My words were confident enough to convince her but my actions gave quite the opposite effect making her sigh at my answer. "Amity, dear." She began, still holding a blank expression, "We can't have any interruptions." I nodded slightly, fiddling with my shirt in the process. She began to walk over to me, her presence giving me chills. She brought a hand to my head and lightly grasped some of my hair, looking at it, she sighed again. "These roots just won't go away, do you like your hair this way?"
I knew the correct answer, the one she wanted. I shook my head no as she let go of my hair and walked back towards the window that was in front of me. As I only saw the back of her, she waved her hand at me, motioning me to leave. I left, my siblings quick to meet me. "Mittens are you okay?" Emira had asked, I cringed at the old nickname. It was one they would still use but I always wondered way the kept it, "Yes" I regained my posture, keeping my head up and walking towards my room ignoring my brother as he tried to tease me.
Once I reached the white-washed room, I took a seat at my desk.
Deciding it would be a better idea to let my hair out of its constriction, I pulled on the hair tie. My hair flowed down over my ears and I pushed it behind them, flinging the band across the room for pure entertainment. "Can't get much better than this huh?" I muttered those words to myself, an image of my parents staring down at me popped in my head making me run a hand through my hair. I laid my head down on my arms and fell asleep on the hard desk, only to be woken up by a loud thud at my door as it creaked open. I shot my head up, turning towards the door to reveal a pink haired girl standing in the doorway.
"Amity, girl wake up its like night time already." She said as I let out a frustrated huff, "What do you want Boscha?" It was kind of snippy the way I asked the question but I decided to act like I didn't notice. "I'm just here because I'm bored." She hopped onto my bed and pulled out her scroll, "Didn't wake you did I?" She hummed, knowing fully well she did. "No not at all" I let sarcasm fill my words and rose my hands up slapping them down on the desk making Boscha slightly move.
She snickered as I opened my notebook and grabbed a pen. "Whatcha writin' there Blight?" I glared at her and she shrugged in response.
I sat back down in my chair and started to doodle, making little markings of peace signs and other small symbols. After a minute or so, Boscha spoke up going on one of her rants about the battle between two witches in a movie she watched the other day. I continued on with my doodling, occasionally nodding and smiling to myself, making a picture of a girl with a black jacket and a white t shirt. I stared at the picture as Boscha continued her talking and wrote a name above the drawing, Gabrie. Boscha stopped talking at this point and walked over to me, leaning over my shoulder.
"Who's that supposed to be?" I closed the notebook and stood up to face her, "Wouldnt you like to know" There was a hint of shyness in my voice but I held my posture and yawned. She chuckled and crossed her arms, asking me if she could stay over. I nodded in response and grabbed clothes from my closet, walking out of my room and into the bathroom.
I changed into a regular loose t-shirt and some shorts, Boscha looked up from her scroll as I walked in and took down my hair she tried to hold back a laugh but I could see through it. "You can sleep outside if thats more comfortable with you, I wouldn't mind." All she would do is lay on some blankets on the floor and by her reaction she thought I was joking, I was not. Giving her the thousand mile stare she placed her scroll down and let her hair out of its bun, grabbing some blankets from my closet and making a small cot on the ground. She quietly mimicked me, I took notice and just laughed a little bit.
"Blah blah blah I'm little miss Blight, right here and right there" She stood in front of me, making childish gestures and teasing me. I crossed my arms and stared at her before laughing, she joined me and I snatched a pillow from my bed wacking her in the face. She copied my actions as I jumped onto the bed and threw the pillow at her, we heard a knock at the door. "Amity, Boscha." It was my father, "We don't play games. Be silent or go to bed." He walked away from the door and we both fell on the bed, still laughing.
I let out a sigh and looked out of my window, "I don't want to go to school Boscha." She sat up a bit, facing me and then suddenly smiling. "Is it because of you know who?" She winked at me and I covered my face as I let out a frustrated groan, she just laughed and got off the bed laying on her small makeshift one on the floor.
We said our goodnights and I fell asleep immediately.
Not so long after Boscha shook me awake, "Amity it's time for school. We gotta go, if your late your dumb parents are gonna have your head." She jabbed a thumb behind her to the door and I sighed in annoyance, "i think thats the first smart thing you've said to me in a while." She laughed my comment off and grabbed her clothes from yesterday and went into the bathroom, closing my door behind her. I rubbed my eyes, my eyes still red and my vision being fuzzy since I had just woken up. "Damn I'm tired.." i muttered to myself as I made my way to the closet, picking out some ripped blue jeans with a gray tank top adding a jacket to top it off.
Not long after I got dressed Boscha knocked on the door, I opened it and she walked in. I made my way to the kitchen with Boscha following me after she threw her sleeping clothes onto my floor. "Morning Mittens!" I was greeted by my overly optimistic brother, Emira stood at the counter drinking - what I assumed was coffee - looking like she wanted to kill everyone in her path. I shook my head at him and looked behind me to Boscha, she was on her scroll yet again humming a song. "As you can see sis #2 ain't a morning person, isn't that right Em?" Edric pointed to Emira, and she looked at him and walked back to her room the cup still in hand. I think the scariest part was when she didn't talk.
Boscha took my arm and pulled me out of the door, I grabbed my bag on the way out. We walked to school and got there in about 15 minutes, our conversations filled with Boscha blabbering about boys as I stood next to her and rolled my eyes. As we walked onto school grounds two people ran up to us, "Hey guys!" It was Skara, she had a burst of energy thats for sure. "Gods, can you just calm down." I turned my head and realized Mattholomule was rubbing his forehead in annoyance, "Hi to you too Matt." Boscha said with clear sarcasm.
We continued to walk through the courtyard, Matt being constantly annoyed but Skara and Boscha's conversations on new clothes they wanted. I held my books to my chest and looked ahead, I stopped as I quickly realized I almost ran into someone. The girl turned around and smirked at me, "Not you again.." I muttered to myself not thinking she heard me.
"Didn't ya' miss me Ammy?" I cringed at that nickname, she made it up to mess with me thats for sure. "No I didn't Luz." She huffed and walked away as I rolled my eyes at her stupidity.
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Our Rivalry
FanfictionRivals to lovers au! After 3 years of staying in the boiling isles, Luz and Amity's relationship turn bitter with both the girls nearing their last year at Hexside. A popular lightbulb and a bold photograph fighting their feelings and facing their...
