Luna is a sixteen year old teenager with a past that no sixteen year old should have been through. After years of abuse and violence, Luna finally finds a way to cope after all the trauma she's been through. SURVIVE. That's Lunas goal in life, what...
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"Fucking Scott!" I scream into my pillow. "Wear whatever you want... you look good in anything." I mocked his stupidly, attractive deep voice. I screamed again into my pillow when my anger won again. Apart from the fact that I don't know what to wear, Jimena is laughing at me because of my "Tandrum." Tandrum my ass, its all Scotts fault, all he had to do was tell me where we were going. But no he choose to make my life harder, sometimes I suspect he likes to make my life impossible.
"Okay we need to calm down because were running our of time." Jimena commented before jumping on my bed and stealing the pillow where I had released my anger on. "To begin with you need to stop screaming into the pillow Luna it isn't helping much, and Daya you need to stop enjoying on Luna's suffering and start helping."
"I can't help it, it's the best entertainment I had in years." Daya responded with a smirk.
I throw her one of my pillows which she catches before it hit her in the face, I gave her the finger when she was still sporting that smirk on her face. She laughed again.
"Again fucking Scott, why couldn't he just tell me where we were going it would have made my life a million times easier." I say for the hundredth time this hour.
"Think where would he take you?" Jimena asks.
"Most likely a street race or street fight. Something with the word street in it." I answer. I don't see Atlas as a romantic person, he would most likely take me to a place where there was cars, which honestly wasn't something I would mind. I love cars and motorcycles with a passion, they are basically my second love.
"Okay so I'm thinking maybe a mini skirt with a bralette and to top it off a jean/leather jacket, because you can never go wrong with a leather jacket." Jimena said before running into my walking closet. "Maybe some under the knee length boots!" she yelled from the closet.
"Definitely not I want comfortable shoes, I'll wear my vans!" I yell back, just before my cell phone started to ring. I looked down at the caller ID and saw that Noah was calling me.
"Noah!" I yell with excitement right away when I answered the call before putting the call on speaker.
"Trouble Maker, so if I don't call you, you wont call me." he said from the other side of the call.
"Don't be so dramatic brother, I thought you would be happy that I'm not bothering you anymore, that way you have more time to go on dates with blondes." I responded with a smirk on my face.
"fuck the blondes." I heard him mutter through the call.
"I'm sorry I couldn't hear you, can you repeat that again?" I asked for the fun of it.
