Luna Newman always knew that she was different from the rest of her family.
Different eye color, different hair color, different skin tone.
Yeah, sometimes kids looked nothing like their parents. But there was always SOMETHING that made sense. Like a mannerism that matched here or there, or a talent they all shared.
With her, there was nothing.
Luna loved traveling; her parents hated leaving their neighborhood.
Luna loved photography; her parents couldn't even work a camera.
Luna loved art; her parents thought it distracted her from her studies.
Down to the smallest things, there was nothing that Luna inherited from her parents. And to her, that wasn't a coincidence. It meant that something was off.
So when she looked into it, and discovered a secret that would change her life; it wasn't at all that big of a secret.
Hey guys! I'm Mia, the writer obviously.
Before I proceed with this story, I want to say that I did not at all copy this plot or idea from another fanfiction. It's not that original of an idea, so I'm sure it may be out there in some story someone else wrote already. It's purely a coincidence if this story is similar to others. But I can assure you, although the foundation seems similar, the plot will be very original.
So no worries (:
Also, although right now Luna and Michael are who it really revolves on, this is a Luke fanfiction, I promise (: you'll see <3
Feedback is always nice. Until later (:-mia
