(A/N: This chapter is possible because of a few friends of mine. I would like to give them a shout out even though some of them don't have a Wattpad account. Thank you Danny, @gizel01, and @ibises. Also, thank you to all of my readers out there....even though I don't have many.)
What do you call that feeling? That feeling where you lost something or someone and you found it or them again? The feeling when a little girl sees that spring is coming and flowers are blooming? The feeling when a pet-lover's hamster gave birth to a baby hamster? When you see the sun's rays shining through the shaped clouds? The feeling that tickles the sadness away deep in your heart and soul? What do you feel?
Happy.
I haven't been happy in a real, long while. I feel like I should be able to describe happiness but...I can't.
I have absolutely no idea what I'm happy about...but at the same time, I do.
I don't know how I feel about Ben. About Levi.
But then I realize, Ben's staring at me like a deer in headlights. "Oh my gosh, I'm so so sorry," I smile sheepishly and start to feel as if my face was dunked in the River of Styx. "I--I--"
"Spaced out?" he gave me a grin.
I nod fervently, trying to get myself together. BZZ. BZZ. BZZ. BZZ.
YES THANK YOU PHONE!
Rummaging through my backpack, I pull my phone out.
It's the hospital.
BZZ. BZZ. BZZ.
Tears of nervousness start to build. My hands suddenly get drenched in sweat. My forehead is hot as burning coals.
"Luna?"
"I have to go." I turn, grab my things, and desert Ben with the ugly, old librarian who's been peering at us ever since we walked in.
I stare at my phone, terrified and hesitant.
BZZ. BZZ. BZZ. BZZ--"Hello?" I say a sounding a little too frantic.
Voice mail.
I quietly scream of frustration as the bell rings. Lunch is over.
***
I'm in art class, my elective I got forced into. It's not like I don't like art, it's just....I can't concentrate. I can't think. I can't do anything! "Argh," I quietly complain to myself as my paper becomes too thin and rips because of the overflowing water on my low-budget paintbrush. I'm not in the mood for dealing with ripped paper right now. Ripping the masterpiece that I've been working on for half of the period, I crumple it up, and stomp towards the trash can. Before I can return to my seat, the teacher, Mr. Moka, calls me over to his desk handing me a pass that tells me to go to the front office.
By the time I reach the front office, I see that someone vaguely familiar is standing there, pacing. It's my long lost aunt. "C'mere," she started walking towards a shiny red convertible. "Hop in."
