Luna and Don woke to their alarm clocks the next day, and after checking Mom's room, they concluded she was at work early, as always. They ate breakfast, dressed, and brushed their teeth. After packing their almost finished homework, they checked outside for anyone, and went out the back door, locking it behind them. At school they quietly sat on the floor where they were supposed to, far apart from eachother, in their first period: P.E. After roll call they ran the perimeter of the gym, then used exersice machines as far apart from anyone else as they could be.
Soon the bell rang and they headed to second period, History, where Mr. Evans was writing something on the board. They sat down and wrote down what they had to, and watched the video on World War II, taking notes every now and then. The bell rang again after about fifty three minutes, and they went to third period.
Mr. Griffiths had moved them to the front of the room, where both Luna and Don sat uncomfortably. Every single student stared at the two, and they didn't work as productively as they could have, only working on the last few questions on their math homework. The bell rang once more just as Luna and Don were turning in the papers, and Luna squeezed Don's hand, and they said goodbye as Luna walked up the stairs to her next class, Health. Don walked down the hall a few rooms, and sat in his desk. Mr. Curtis was writing the homework for tomorrow on the board, and other students were filing in and getting out reading books. Don worried over Luna, but knew that since they'd survived the first quarter of the second semester, she'd be all right.
Luna walked into Health and sat down in the far corner. Immediately three girls came over, and Luna recognized them as a few of the most popular girls in school. One girl with poofy, curly brown hair and brown eyes looked at Luna and said, "Wow, you'd better stop bleaching that mop of yours, it's pale enough already!" They laughed, but Luna ignored them.
A dark skinned, dark haired tall girl added, "That's funny Krista. Hey Luna, I heard your brother has a crush on me. That's kind of gross isn't it?" They laughed again, and once again, Luna ignored them, but felt herself getting angry.
The last girl, one with black hair and pale skin, who reminded Luna of a vampire, continued on. "Your brother has a crush on Sarah? Disgusting, he's not worth even a slug. As for you, you're not even worth a stink beetle's time. Or anything's or anyone's time. How about you ditch that slug of a brother of yours and hang with us? We can make you worth Mark's time, even. So beautiful the sun would get brighter!" Everyone nearby laughed, and a boy said, "Good one, Victoria!" Luna knew who Mark was. He was the star football jock, the one every single girl wanted to be with, except for Luna. Calmly, Luna raised her hand and asked for the hall pass. Ms. Lamera handed it to her, and Luna, standing, said to the girls, "I would hate to hang out with you. I don't even like football or jocks or even your precious Mark. See you!"
She knew that'd she pay dearly for what she did, and could already hear the uproar in the classroom as she drank from the drinking fountain, the yelling of Ms. Lamera trying to calm her students. Luna hoped Don was having a better time than she was. After another long time, the bell finally rang, and a barrage of spitballs flew toward Luna as she left the classroom. She headed to her locker, yanked her lunch from her backpack, and met up with Don in the dark, almost hidden corner of the lunchroom. They ate lunch in silence, and slinked into fifth period. This was the only place where Luna and Don smiled and relaxed the entire day. Instrumental Music.
They put their books in their cubbies, and Luna tuned her violin as Don sat down at the piano. Mrs. Fillam and Mr. George handed out music sheets and led the class through each note. The song was a beautiful one, called Czardas. Don struggled a tiny bit, but soon got on track, and it was beautiful. Don smiled as his fingers moved around the keys, and Luna simply grinned as she moved her fingers and the bow across the strings. All the students played some background music, or played what Luna or Don was playing. It created a grand volume of happiness, and soon the song ended. They bowed and Mr. George smiled and the whole class talked. Mrs. Fillam handed out cookies, and the talking reduced to a small buzz as everyone ate the cookies.
