Author's Note (Sirona): This fic was written by Sirona and Ophelia, and edited by a Canadian contact of Ophelia's. Spoilers for the whole Owl House, so please don't read this fanfiction until you've finished that. Darker themes apply.
P.S: Thanks Liz for the name suggestion!
I woke up in my soft bed, the crud in my eyes sealing them shut briefly. I pry them open, and look at the sun and sigh. "Another day, I suppose," I whisper to myself as I get out of bed. I go and brush my teeth, and then I put clothes on.
I walked out of my room wearing barely any makeup on my light brown skin, but my ink black hair is in a ponytail. I'm wearing a black hoodie shirt and a dark grey denim skirt with white socks and black vintage Club Kid boots. I may be depressed, but I know I look great. I walk down the stairs into the kitchen, and both my moms Luz and Amity are there.
"Good morning, Chanelle," Amity tells me softly. I roll my eyes. "Good morning, mama," I whine half-heartedly. "You must be excited for today, aren't you? You just turned 17 and now you're going to that brand new school near the Boiling Isles, Carolton College to learn all sorts of cool magic!" she says. "Not every day a Hexsider gets accepted into a prestigous youth college like that. I'm so proud of my smart, perfect daughter," she says, fondling my hair.
Luz comes up. "I know you may have some trouble being half-human, but let it be known I think you'll do great, mija. So, do your best, alright?" she asked. I sighed and cracked a slight smile but only because it's polite. "Haré lo mejor que pueda, madre Luz." I replied. "Muy bien, mi dulce. I know you'll have fun." I grabbed my purse and my backpack, and head out.
I stopped by the new McDonalds that was opened (only because I was too embarassed to eat with my mom and mom) and got a biscuit sandwich and ate it as I walked. Afterwards, I put on some jet black lipstick. Then, a pair of hands get slipped over my eyes.
"Hey, fucker. Guess who?" Said a voice. "Who." I replied flatly. "Oh shush it! You're no fun, Chanelle." I got told. It was my friend and girlfriend of my cousin, Marina. Marina was black, and she had dyed white hair that was fashioned in an asymmetrical bob that almost reached her shoulders. She had a pentagram hairclip in it. Her outfit was that of a grey-to-dark-blue ombre dress she cut jaggedly at thigh level, paired with black shorts (that couldn't be seen under the dress), pantyhose, white Ashes-55 boot shoes, and black opera gloves. She had black diamond earrings on her pointy ears, and she had dark brown lipstick on.
"Well, if it's isn't my good friend Marina," I said sarcastically. "You can drop the prep act, by the way. No one's around." She immediately slumped in relief. "Thank Titan. I thought if I had to one more second I was going to stab my eyes out of their sockets. So, you going to school?" I nodded in reply. "Sick. I just got a new floatcar, it's a Belos 900. Let's take it to school," she said. She whistled, and it flew right in. I was in awe at it. "Oh that's a hot ass ride," I told her. "Yeah, it's pretty sick."
We got in, and drove away to Carolton College for Witches and Shit.