Mylah Gray: Descendants of Camelot

What Just Happened Here?

"I swear to God, Gina, I wasn't imagining it." I heard Tarah insist to someone as I walked into our homeroom. I slowed my pace as I peeked in the door, staying silent so that whoever was in the room couldn't hear me.

There were only two people inside the small classroom: Tarah and Gina, a girl on the cheerleading squad that Tarah had somehow befriended.

Gina, though, at the moment, was staring at Tarah, terror in her dark brown eyes. "You- you're crazy." Gina stammered. "D-definitely c-crazy...." Her curly black hair swung around her face and behind her head as she stumbled out of the room, not even noticing me. I stayed silent, watching an irritated Tarah slam her fist down on a desk. Hard. "I'm not crazy." she muttered. She slid down to the floor, burying her head in her arms. I chuckled silently, remembering doing the same thing as she on multiple occasions.

After Gina, a girl I'd never once spoken to in my life but hated my guts all the same, was surely long gone, I walked into the room, my steps light so I wouldn't be heard.

"Nine months." I said aloud, slowly making my way toward her. She peeked up and finally saw me. "Excuse me?" she asked, setting her head on her hands and looking at me in confusion.

"Nine months." I repeated, amused that she didn't know where I was heading with the statement.

"What about it?" she asked, still obviously confused.

"It's been nine months since you came here." I said, a small smile. She opened her mouth to protest my next statement, but I put my hand up, motioning her to stay quiet.

"Nine months," I continued, "Since you became friends with me." She smiled a little. "Your point?" she asked, though she knew what I was about to say.

"So of course you're crazy, you idiot!!!"

She laughed. "Shut up," she rolled her eyes. "I told you I could handle people not liking me."
I raised an eyebrow, glancing down to her distressed position pointedly.

"Well, it doesn't look like you're doing a very good job of it."

She scowled, and I tried not to laugh. Before she knew me, I don't think she had ever scowled in her life. Or fought with someone. Or did anything of the like. Cause her scowl made her look like she was trying to poop.

"Shut up, Neanderthal." she muttered.

"If you can make me." I laughed. "What happened, T?" I sat down next to her.

"I saw something again." she murmured. I bit my lip, turning serious immediately.

Every so often Gina and I had visions and dreams. We hadn't any idea what to make of them, but they seemingly proved the idea that I was insane to te rest of humanity.

If she'd had an episode in front of Gina...no wonder she ran out. "What did you see?" I asked.

"More fighting." she murmured. "People dying. The armor, swords, the works. Just as usual. You should be happy you weren't here. She would have thought you were crazy, too."

I scoffed. "Too late, honey. She and this entire town has thought that for a long while now. Eternities before you came along."
I watched her for a moment, not speaking.

"I told you, when you first met me, you know." I said after a second. "Being friends with me....its a bad idea. If you weren't friends with me, she would have thought it was funny. She wouldn't have reacted like that, you know." I said sympathetically. She rolled her eyes.

"I know. But I don't really care, Mylah. Really. You're my best friend. Deal with it."

I smiled slightly, still not entirely used to the fact of having one of those again.