Good morning.
Yawning, Amity sat up and blinked sleep out her eyes, rubbing them until the shapes of her room came into focus.
The ghost stood nearby, an excited little half smile on her lips.
She groaned, falling back down on the bed and covering her face with a pillow. Her following words came out muffled.
"Is it Saturday already?"
Yep.
"Remind me why I'm doing this again?"
It's the only way for my soul to find its way to the afterlife.
"But I'm tired."
Too bad.
Luz crossed over to where Amity still lay with a pillow over her face, and promptly sat on her. The resulting feeling was like a bucket of ice cubes being poured over her, chill soaking into her bones.
Get up, lazy butt.
Amity yelped, throwing the covers off and jumping out of bed.
"I'm up, I'm up!"
Glaring at the ghost, who still had that little smile on her face, Amity scowled and tugged some clean clothes out of the closet. She entered her bathroom and called back to the girl.
"Don't you dare stick your head in here today."
I wouldn't dream of it.
Sighing, Amity dressed in warm clothes, knowing that the Knee would be freezing despite the warm fall breeze that filtered in through her open window.
She exited the bathroom, and grabbed her puffiest coat from the closet, Luz shooting a strange look at her.
What's with the clothes? It's warm outside.
"The Knee is a giant mountain covered in snow, genius. I'd prefer not to freeze to death."
Sounds like a better way to go than being killed by someone's temper tantrum.
"I will hire an exorcist to forcibly get rid of you."
Does that even work?
"Be thankful that I haven't tried to find out yet."
Aww, how touching.
"Please shut up."
Amity made her way downstairs, Luz following her with that stupid cocky smirk on her face. Thankfully, no intrusive siblings or parents stopped her as she opened the front door. The warm air greeted her, and she began to sweat under the fur collar of her coat almost immediately.
The two started towards the mountain in an almost comfortable silence.
The walk was long and tiring, the heat of the sun beating down on Amity while Luz looked unbothered. Several times, Amity considered turning around and letting the ghost explore by herself, but she forced herself to keep moving forward.
With a start, Amity realized that she couldn't remember the last time she'd spent a weekend with someone else besides her family. Usually, her Saturdays consisted of her laying around until noon, then waking up to do homework and practice magic, maybe reading if she had time.
A lump appeared in her throat when she came to the conclusion that the closest thing she had to a friend was a human that she'd accidentally killed two days ago. Something like a mixture of longing and guilt bubbled up in her chest.
