#razy writes

The boom of the fireworks announcing the new year caused their heart to race. A screaming firework matched Hunter’s scream as they shoot up from bed. Trembling, his lungs struggled to fill with air.

They clench their blank close to themself. Rascle landing on his shoulder and nuzzling against them. Hunter heads downstairs, looking at the floor, listening to the creaks sometimes hidden behind booms before pressing against Raine's back. Grabbing the Sling off the table and pressing it against their parent.

Raine looks over their shoulder, seeing Hunter shivering and wipping never ending tears. Raine picks up the young witch and wraps him against themself with the sping. Rascle flying off and landing in Eda's hair.

A frown drags at Raine's lips but a warmth burns in their chest when they feel Hunter relax against them.

"Whaaaaatt....I totally.."

Luz waves her hand around a bit trying to think about what the right words would be. Looking everywhere except at amity. When she finally does, sighs and hunches over a bit, rubbing the back of her neck

"...Gave it to king.... i totally gave it to king... I-"

"I get it "

"You do!?"

"...yeah. I think so, I have to go."

Amity adjusts the books in her hand. Giving a small thanks to luz when she catches one of the falling ones before turning and quickly walking away.

"Oh cramity...."

[Insert monoge of amity studying human foods and with the help of her siblings and willow . baking Luz a blueberry pie or as close to one as they can get

“This is embarrassing “

“You’re just a coward Hunter”

“Children please”

Luz and Hunter respond by blowing a raspberry at each other, Raine just sighs, Luz stops though when she hears Willow’s laughter, yes she has the sound of her friends laughter memorized, what about it.

“Willow!!”

“Don’t call her over !” Hunter whines. But it’s to late, the Park parents and Willow had already turned to them. Willow waving a big shyly ontop her taller father’s shoulders.

“Gilbert, mr.Park. It’s a pleasure to see you’re a jungle gym to your own little Monster” Raine says, shaking Gilbert’s hand with a bright smile.

“It’s nice to see you too, we’ve heard lots of you being a taxi for the clawthorn kids”

“You wouldn’t believe how much they make me carry them”

The fathers laugh and Hunter ducks his head more into Raines hair. Though it shoots back up when he hears Ed question

“Hey is the golden boy on Raine Whispers shoulders ?”

Amity: **brushes her hand against the grom night picture and blushes** nothing! I gotta go!

Amity: **tries to run off and the picture falls out her sleeve**

Of course ! I'll give it my best shot pup !

"Eeeedddaaaa"

"Huuuummmaaaaan"

Luz gives a cheeky smile and rubs the back of her neck.

"You're planning something"

"It's nothing bad! I was just. Wondering if I could rideinyourbagwhenwegotothemarketthistime?"

Eda takes her hand off and cleans out her ears. Them making a squeaking sound as she twists

"What now kid"

"I was wondering if I could ride in the bag this time instead of on Owlbert"

Eda thinks about it for a moment. Looking at her puppy dog eyes before giving a sigh

"Fine fine"

Luz gets in the center of the table cloth. Grinning wide as it closes as ties itself to Owlbert.

She's never been so scared and happy within time of being awake today!

With a little nagging to Raine, Eda got her partner to hand over Luz and the sling. She and Luz sat down on the couch so she could properly wrap Luz in the sling. Once she completed the last, securing knot, she stood back up. She stumbled slightly with Luz's added weight, but finally found her balance as she supported Luz's back with her arms. "That's better. The Owl Lady with her owlet," Eda said, smiling.

In the sling, Luz blushed at the nickname, "Mami..."

It's not uncommon for raine, Principal Bump or hell even Hunter to call her a little owlet.

Luz grumbles a little as the pain in her head grows. Reaching besides her and gently picking at her guitar.

“Would …some music help you think?”

So out of control yet in control so out of control yet in control so out of control I can’t stand straight yet I’m not on the floor; leaning against a door a solid item an ancer.

I haven’t dropped myself being disy, the fun comes in walking while I am, unsure which path is true which path is doubled . Should I stop and go back but I’m not on the floor so I keep pushing on and on and on and . Man. It’s so fun, I’m so out of control it gives me a control I didn’t know I had. A control I wish I could place on the rest of my life , a guilt free drug simply stretched, yawned, stood to quickly gravity is trying to place me back down but I’m here for the ride for the spinning.

But if I kept spinning like a top. If I went with my first thought my first call to bite and claw. I’ll stop spinning. I’ll be knocked to the floor with a wave of chaos and guilt, the laughs ringing in your ear isn’t because it’s funny because your funny because I’m funny. When you don’t know what to do , you laugh. Harder, until you’re spitting up blood and it starts to show. The stage wasn’t yours to begin with while you may beg for the spot light.

When will you know what’ll put you under a red light , a stop sigh the blur of red you saw to late as you run of the edge of your scale.