The Moon's Keeper

CHAPTER ONE: New Beginnings

                                                                CHAPTER ONE: New Beginnings 

I stood outside the door of my new classroom. My mother had made me transfer again. This was the third time I had moved school this semester, all because of strange moon sequences in every town we had lived in recently. Moving three times in a short amount of time isn’t fun. I’ve just learnt now to unpack things as I need them, and then when I am finished with them to pack them again. I don’t want to get to comfortable. 

I had no problem with moving. But, I never had a chance to settle down. I wanted a normal life. I wanted to have a stable relationship with a guy. I wanted to have a best friend. Why couldn’t I have all this? Oh yes, because my mother is religious and thinks that Satan is doing some funky sh*t with the moon. 

I have nothing against people’s religious views. I with my mother would respect mine though, seeing as I think it is like a respect thing to respect hers. I am Atheist. Means I do not believe in Jesus, nor do I believe in Satan. I mean, who has time for that? In my eyes, religion, is like a penis. It is all well and good to have one, and to be proud of it. But, please don’t go flopping it out everywhere and shoving it down my throat. 

The worst thing was, this was a Catholic school. Now, again, I have nothing wrong with that. But I think my mother has this bright idea that if I go to a Catholic school I will come out a pretty little catholic girl with good manners and a bright smile. Well she is wrong. Far from right. 

She wants to choose my path for me. I want to do something, I want to be someone. Not some girl who listens to every single word her mother says and turns out just like her. I am not going to let that happen. I am independent and I should be allowed to make my own choices. I may only be 15, but I feel much older than that. Like much, much older than that.  I feel thousands of years old; ancient, like my mom. I don’t know if that is because I haven’t been having much sleep lately, or because I have hormones. I am gonna go with hormones. 

The classroom door opened. In the doorway, stood a female in her late twenties. She had hair the color of chestnut and a blue dress on. She was only about ten centimeters taller than me. Her name tag read ‘Kristen Rodgers’. 

“Hi! You must be Lucy Torros. I am Mrs Rodgers. Welcome!” she said. “Come in and get settled.” I nodded and sighed. As I walked into the class room, about twenty pairs of eyes blazed towards me . To a normal girl, this would be her dream. What girl who is fifteen doesn’t want attention like this? I was wearing a blue flannelette shirt, with my Slipknot band shirt underneath. I wore torn, grey skinny jeans and blue converse. On my head I wore a grey beanie. My brown hair was in it’s natural state; slightly curled. “Class, we have a new student. This is Lucy Torros. She has just moved here. I hope that you will all make her feel welcome. Lucy, why don’t you go take that seat by the window?” Mrs Rodgers said.

The desks were set up in rows. I was on the far left side. There was nothing in front of me, but the white board. To my right, there was another desk, but nobody sat there. Suddenly, somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I turn around to see a girl. She looked around fifteen or sixteen. She wore a AC/DC singlet and a purple pair of skinny jeans. “That is Dick Greyson’s seat. He is the school heart throb. You are so lucky, any girl or guy would be dying to sit next to him.” The girl explained. I looked back to the seat, then back at the girl and smiled. “I am Amelia, by the way.” She introduced. 

“Hey,” I waved. She gave me a smile. “So, what is the low down of this place?” I ask.

“Well, you have your typical highschool groups. Jocks, Cheerleaders, Plastics, Hippies, Musos, Goths, Dorks, Geeks, take your pick.” Amelia laughed. “So, you wanna hang out at lunch?”

“Sure.” I nodded. Looks like I was making friends already. 

The lesson went by quickly. Amelia and I were fast friends. Already I knew the history of the school, who to talk to and who to not talk to, pretty much everything. Although, Dick Greyson remained a mystery. 

I had been at the school for a week, and not once had he been in class. Was he still on holiday? Had something happened? Had he moved? Who knew. Only time would tell. There was a part of me that didn’t care if he came to school or not, but then there was the curious side of me. And that curious side always got the better of me, and I always found out one way or another, the answer I was seeking.

Amelia and I sat at a table in the cafeteria. According to what most people had told me, the cafeteria, was like a war zone. Apparently, I had no idea what it was like to have hundreds of students hungry running around the joint. But this wasn’t the first thing on my mind. It was Dick Greyson. Why was he on my mind? I didn’t know. 

“So, what is the deal with Dick Greyson?” I finally ask.

“Well, his parents died when he was like, eight or something. But he is super hot, almost every girl in the school has a crush on him.” Amelia explained. 

“Why hasn’t he been at school?” 

“To be honest, I have no idea. He takes a lot of time off school, nobody knows why. He lives in the mansion. He was adopted by Bruce Wayne. He is really rich. But, nobody has ever been inside the house. It remains a complete mystery.”

“Sounds....mysterious.” Amelia laughed.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” We were both smiling and laughing now. It was funny. There was this emotion inside of me. I hadn’t felt it very often since my dad had died. I knew this feeling. It was happiness.