the days of my life.

{chapter one}

a sort of prologue.

Luna seemed like your average all-american girl, yet she did have a certain look and air about her that told your gut otherwise. She had long, flowy caramel- colored hair that ran down to the small of her back. Her eyes were bold and almond-shaped chocolate orbs. The tone of her skin was olive during the summer, making her seem like a bronzed goddess with her waves, thick lips, and carved cheekbones, and milky white the rest of the year, giving her a fragile, yet powerful look. There was something about her that made her so different, but you couldn't pinpoint it even if you tried. Maybe it was the fact that she was raised by European immigrants, foreign to everything. Or was it that she was quiet when you saw her in person, but she was the number one party girl elsewhere. It could have also been her curvy body and tiny waist. That's for you to figure out. Despite all her unique and mesmerizing features, she was broken beyond repair on the inside and desperately seeking for someone to show they cared for her, for she cared too much for everybody. Her soul was as beautiful as her body. She had a heart of pure gold and a mind brimming with creativity, imagination, and intellect. She distracted her woes with obsessions, her current one being Monty, the man she is willing to give it all for even at her ripe age of 17...