Flower Moon (Luna Series)

Prologue

Prologue

I breathed in the pink eraser of my pencil and immediately felt my face frozen as my thoughts was blank. I had no idea what to write about my family history since I had not known my father for years and my mother was very difficult to comprehend. The bus ride of noisy classmates made it hard to think of anything positive about my life as the heavy weight, large bus driver hit every bump or pothole in broken concrete roads.

There is one thing I hate most than being named after a coin, divorce parents in high school, is being an heir to a group of witches. Mom felt Penny was correct after male leader of witches in England with long red hair gave her an English penny with the face of the queen. Witchcraft has been in my bloodline since the Louisiana Purchase when Madame Dominique arrived from France in search for love and disobedient to her father wishes to marry a well-known rich French man, she picked a slave. People have learned over time that race is skin deep, Madame Dominique raise her daughter as another white girl. My very great grandfather told lies that her father dies before arriving from Paris. Madame Dominique was angry and learn the way of the black slaves since her lover was hung.

It was one way that people in the early bias society made it. That one thing was voodoo. She learned to carry on during that time raising one of my great grandmother, who was taught everything of witchcraft. Dominique gave all the knowledge of magic she could spare in her whole entire life. Soon they laid a curse on that grandfather. The bus came to a stop to bring me back from my thoughts for my English essay.

"The weird girl is getting off the bus." one ninth-grader said to her friend who sat close to her whispering loudly into her ear.

"I just hate people that are freaks." one of my fellow high school boy who I never talked to said to the boys in the back of the bus.

"Don't they make circuses and zoos for her kind." the boy at the front of the bus said as thou I was invisible to understand.

Nevertheless, I continue to hold my books and ignore the comments I hear every day I ride this bus.

Mother had a long conversation after I have gotten off the bus from high school that I cannot reject the calling of being a witch. I threw the piece of paper for my English assignment in the trash because no one would believe me if I said that every female in my mother's family has been a witch for centuries. That this calling would not go away like a summer cold for me to live a normal life. I grab my little mug of coffee-sipping the last drop of caffeine to help me make it through the night. The mother simply opens the door to the car with her white wrinkle-free scrub, loud department store perfume, and light smoky scent of her cigarette.

"Today we will go and get you something to help you find a boyfriend for prom." mother replied unhooking the badge sitting across from the dashboard of the car.

"Mom people hate me at that school, if it was not for you making me go I would not even be there," I said as I look at the papers scattered in my book bag.

I hated school. Many people thought I was a freak. Now, mom expects some boy at my high school to magically waltz in my life and escort me to prom. That was more make-believe than the book of shadows that stayed place in our living room among the other books on them shelves.

"Penny, there's something human in the experience, a union with the not ordinary that makes you complete." mother quoted those words again in my life with such seriousness.

"I am saying I guess I will try to understand my power but a guy wanting to date me in high school is too much for any magician to perform," I said while riding to Mrs. Talbert's store.

My thoughts raced to the movie Carrie. It would all be some plot of kindness to take me out. What is the importance of man and woman being together except to continue mankind? It would be like Sabrina, Robyn, and Ursula with a few guys on the bus to set me up a stage with pig blood. The car ride was pretty silent. I wonder what bothered mother.