Chapter 4: Running From Problems
Boscha is on a quick jog around Bonesborough
Taking her usual route, not much is different from her usual runs. Just some boring old houses, the market… People playing grudgby in the field…
"Is that…?"
Amity was sitting next to Willow on the grass. Chatting.
"They're probably laughing at me," Boscha thought.
She walks over to the wide open field. Walking on the well worn ribbon of dirt leading to it.
Boscha looks at Skara.
Skara waves at her with a big smile on her face. She waves back, the corners of her mouth twitching up ever so slightly.
"Don't smile. People will see you." Boscha reminds herself.
She sits down a few feet away from Amity and Willow.
She watches Skara, analyzing every move she does. She would be impressed, if she didn't know Skara could do better. Well it's not an important game anyway. And she may as well go easy on those two dorks.
Of course, as much as Boscha loved Grudgby, watching someone else play can only be so fun. And she would admit, she was starting to get bored.
Willow laughs. Boscha's ears perk up at the sudden interruption of the silence. She looks at them.
Willow already felt awkward being alone with Amity, and she knew Amity could sense that from her nervous laughter, and with Boscha sitting next to them, it's safe to say she wasn't very comfortable.
Willow decides to switch with Luz. She can feel three eyes on her as she stands up.
Boscha focuses on Willow.
She criticizes every move she makes. Her thoughts are about as toxic and pathetic as the insults of a 12 year old with an awful mic playing Fortnite.
"I hope she breaks a leg." Boscha thought to herself.
Willow runs on top of a thorn vault, her face intense with focus.
And her foot makes contact with air.
An abomination hand emerges from the ground, catching Willow. Everyone runs over to check on her, asking if she's okay.
Boscha feels something in her chest. Her hands move on instinct, throwing fire in their general direction.
It goes past Willow's head.
"What the heck?!" Skara yelled.
Boscha said nothing.
She was fuming. She doesn't know why.
But she's better than that.
She doesn't care.
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Except she does.
The days went on like this. Boscha would try to embarrass Willow in any way she can manage, though she was pretty pathetic, like how most of her insults were.
One time, Willow talked back, and Boscha felt even more infuriated. That entertained her. So much so, she was playing a game with herself of 'How good is the dummy's hearing?' where she would murmur remarks under her breath.
It made Boscha even more annoyed, and she paid even more attention to every word that came out of her mouth. It came to the point where Boscha would just stare at Willow's lips.
Skara quickly caught onto their petty game of cat and mouse. She took it upon herself to keep them away from each other.
But one witch can only do so much.
Day after day, the two bickered like dumb school kids.
Frankly, Skara was getting tired. Being the oldest, she felt obligated to be a physical barrier between them. Okay, they're just a year younger, but they're still being immature.
"Boscha would know," Willow said, her voice barely a whisper.
"WHAT THE FUC—"
"BOSCHA!" Everyone would yell at her, and she would sink back into her seat.
Willow laughed at the poor puppy getting lectured. It was the best part of her day to be frank. She was almost excited every time Boscha would tag along.
But Skara was still getting very annoyed at the constant tension between them. Boscha's irritation is starting to rub off on her.
But it's fine. Everything's fine.
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Author's Note:
Until it wasn't :)
Also tell me if y'all can actually see the divider since I'm using it so I don't have to add in the dividers manually when I copy and paste.