Luna loved school. She had lots of friends and her teachers adored her. She would always listen to what the teachers said and she practically absorbed the teachings she got. Everyday she would struggle to get up until her mother gave her reeses peanut butter cups for motivation and her being eight would spring into action soon after. Sadly in the third grade she switched schools and lost all her friends. Around the same time her home life changed too. She would go to school and sit alone at lunch and have kids laugh at her. Little nine year old Luna got called dumb for never seeing the cartoons all the others kids watched. They would see her after school and laugh at the way she dressed and make fun of her for reading books, no one would come near her. Her teacher was nice to her like any teacher would and tried to get Luna to participate more with the other kids. Luna started to stop raising her hand in class and begun to allow her grades to slip. She was a brilliant child but the kids made her feel dumb. She couldn't pay attention in class anymore, when she looked at the board she would daydream and think of when she played with her old friends. Everyday she walked home by herself and picked flowers along the way. She made little bouquets of yellow daisies and threw them one by one until she got to the house. Once home her parents weren't the same. They tried to hide the arguments and the hatred but she still knew something had changed. Little did she know that they had stopped loving each other. Still Luna continued to grow. In the fourth grade her teacher didn't understand her. Luna wouldn't take notes and got punished harshly. One day little Luna was day dreaming and drawing in her notebook when the teacher asked her why she wasn't taking notes, "I don't understand it anyways so why should I take notes" Luna replied. Without hesitation the teacher kicked her out of class for the rest of the day. It was rainy and humid outside but Luna walked straight out into the rain and layer down. She stared up at the clouds and thought calmly "why is everyone so mean to me" and began to cry. The rest of her fourth grade year was a blur, a mix of the same thing over and over again. In fifth grade she got a boy teacher just awful to her. He made her sit in the back by herself and told her she had no chance in learning anything anyways so he didn't bother to teach her. It stayed that way all the way up to her freshman year.
