
Chapter One
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Amity drummed her fingers against the desk. Class was so boring, and so long. She kept drumming, until she felt a tap on her shoulder. The girl behind her was staring at her with three large, blue eyes.
“What do you want, Boscha?” Amity hissed. The girl rolled her eyes.
“I was just gonna ask how your loser compass was doing, but whatever.”
Amity sighed and looked down. Her compass was still spinning crazily like a top. She looked back at Boscha with a sad expression. The other girl’s expression softened.
“I’m sorry. I wish I could help,” Boscha said. Amity cracked a smile.
“It’s alright. At least I can watch it spin to pass time,” she sighed. “By the way, how are things doing with you and Willo-”
“Shut up!” Boscha hissed, and Amity snickered and turned around. Teasing Boscha never got old. She could feel three eyes boring into the back of her head. She sighed and turned to her notes.
Abomination class was boring- she was always ahead. Better than being behind, she supposed, but it made the classes drag on forever. She absently doodled in her sketchbook, the teacher’s monotone voice fading into the background.
Finally, the bell rang, and Amity stood up to leave, when she felt a pull on her arm. Boscha was looking at her, with an almost pleading face. Amity rolled her eyes and pulled a stack of papers out of her backpack.
“Here are the notes- you really need to stop zoning off in class.”
“Thanks!” Boscha grabbed the papers and ran off. Amity sighed.
As she walked out of the classroom, she was met by two figures- a boy and a girl, with matching green hair. She groaned.
“What do you two want?” She mumbled. It was never a good thing to see them during the school day. They must be up to something.
The boy frowned. “That’s no way to treat your siblings, Mittens. Me and Em came to-”
“Em and I,” Amity corrected. The other girl sighed.
“What Ed was trying to say was that we were just checking up on our favorite little sister.”
“As far as I’m aware, I’m your only little sister,” Amity said, raising an eyebrow.
Em sighed. “We just wanted to ask how your tattoo was doing. You know Mother doesn’t-”
“I am aware that she doesn’t approve of my choice to show it freely, but I don’t need your sympathy, thank you very much.”
Amity pushed past them to leave, and Ed grabbed her wrist. She turned around, and saw his softened expression.
“We’re just…worried about you, Amity. You’ve been acting different since you got that tattoo. You’ve been...sadder. I just don’t want anything bad happening to my favorite sister,” he smiled.
“I’m right here, you know!” Em fake scoffed.
“Thanks, guys,” Amity smiled.
“also , if it helps, the attention won’t be on you at dinner tonight,” Ed winked. “I may have hexed a few students…”
“Ed. Mom is going to kill you for that,” Amity said, a worried tone in her voice.
Ed cringed. “Well, what’s another bruise, right? Nothing a good old illusion can’t cover, plus i can always ask Bo-”
“You have to stop getting in trouble for my sake. One of these days she’s gonna hurt you badly.”
“The only thing that hurts is classes,” Ed groaned. Amity chuckled.
“Well, that’s one thing my compass is good for. I just watch it spin around and around, it’s… oddly comforting,” Amity sighed “It’s the one thing I can rely on. When everything seems to go wrong, it’s still spinning! Like right now! It’s-”
Amity saw her siblings’ faces change from concern to shock. They were staring at her wrist. She laughed as she pulled her arm up.
“Real funny you guys, I know it’s still-”
Her voice broke. Her compass was still there, but the needle’s swift turning had come to a complete halt. It was fixated, pointed slightly to the left of Northwest.
“What the fu-”