What Really Matters (Lumity AU)

4. Luz

The second day of school, believe it or not, was less fun than the first. We had to take Pre CECAs. Whoever invented those was not very smart. We already knew we had to learn things. Why should we have to know what we had to learn before we learn it? And you couldn't talk to anyone during tests. Incredibly boring.

I was glad when the lunch bell rang.

"Heeeeey," I told Willow and Gus as soon as we were out of the classroom. "It's been way too long since I've had the chance to talk to you guys."

Willow smiled, confused. "Luz, we talked this morning."

"I know," I agreed. "I haven't been able to use my beautiful voice since then. It's perposterous."

"You said it wrong," Gus informed me. "It's preposterous."

"You're absolutely right -it is perposterous that you'd think I'd care about such things," I told him. Willow and I laughed at the face he made as we entered the cafeteria. "Hexide Acadamy is so dull," I complained. "Such a lack of color." I wasn't being dramatic this time, actually. The floor was gray, the walls and ceilings were white, the tables were dark gray, and the trays of food were black. The only bursts of color were from the students' clothes.

"There are no empty tables," Willow pointed out, and I grinned.

"Not a problem! We can go ask to sit with other people!" I marched confidently up to the nearest table and tapped the first person on the shoulder. When she turned around, I recognized her face from yesterday. She was that girl with green hair, the one who had helped bully Willow. Well, she hadn't helped exactly, but she hadn't done anything about it. I forced my smile to remain on my face. "Hey! I'm Luz. There are no more empty tables and I was wondering if we could sit here with you! You have a couple of empty seats left."

Her nose wrinkled, but I couldn't help noticing a bit more about her face. Her sharp yellow eyes, the brown roots of her mint hair. Did she dye it? "Of course not," she said, interrupting my train of thought, and I thought for a moment she was talking about her hair, but I realized she meant sitting with her. "We don't want idiots sitting at our table."

A girl across from her laughed. It was the girl with pink hair, the girl who had made fun of Willow yesterday. Willow said her name was Boscha. "I can't believe you thought you could gain access to our table so easily," she laughed. "Half A Witch Willow, New Kid Who's Already A Dork, and the Nerd Who Skipped A Grade. That's actually hilarious."

"You should sit with us," a voice piped up from a couple tables down, who had obviously been listening. I glanced over and saw a girl with green hair. Not the same green as that other girl, but more of a dark forest green. She had yellow eyes, though, so maybe the other girl's sister? "Mittens is a party pooper, but you could sit here."

Mittens? Was that the other girl's name?

"My name is Amity," the other girl called back. Well, that was an adorable name. Mittens was a nickname, then. Amity was a cuter name. And it suited her.

"You know neither Edric or I care, right?" the girl with dark green hair asked, waving Willow, Gus, and I over.  We gratefully sat down at the table she was at - well, I sat down there gratefully and my friends followed hesitantly. "I'm Emira," she said, and I smiled.

"Luz."

Around the table sat Emira, a boy that looked almost identical to her, a girl with brown hair in a ponytail and green eyes, and a boy with brown hair and brown eyes. "This is Edric," she said, pointing at the boy that looked like her, "Viney," the girl with a ponytail, "and Jerbo," the boy with brown hair. "Edric and I are Mitten's twin big siblings, and Viney and Jerbo are in our class."

"Maybe we shouldn't sit here, Luz," Willow muttered. "I know you like new people, but if Amity bullies and these are her siblings-"

"It'll be fine," I finished for her.

"But-"

"Please?" I used my best puppy dog eyes, and she huffed and looked away.

"You're terrible. But fine."

I laughed and turned back to Emira. "I'm in Amity's class, so I assumed she'd let us sit, but I guess not."

Edric rolled his eyes. "The first thing you learn when hanging out with Mittens: You never assume. Ever. Especially if you assume she'll do the right thing in the situation. Or the nice thing. Or the funny thing. She leans toward wrong, mean, and boring every time."

"Once, I tried to come out as lesbian to her with a joke, and she didn't care, just told me my joke was terrible," Emira told me. "She has no sense of humor whatsoever."

I laughed and we talked about random things until the end of lunch. Amity's siblings were pretty fun.

Author's Note:
828 words! They're getting longer! And (by some miracle) that didn't happen by me becoming sleep deprived! Trust me, you'll be able to tell if I'm sleep deprived. However bad you think my writing is right now, it gets worse if I'm sleep deprived. Get enough sleep, people! Also, I am on two people's reading lists and have, like, more than one vote! THANK YOU! Thank you for reading, commenting, and/or voting.