The Lunar Saga: Crescent Moon (Book 1)

Chapter 2: Waking up

(--Home-- This is about Kris ordinary life before she knew what she was.

Sorry for the confusing of my story. I'll be talking about her past and her presant life in the story. I apologize for my story line for those who are reading.).

“Kris! Kris! Kris! Wake up! You’ll be late for your first job interview.”

“Huh? What? I’m up. I’m up” yawing while I rubbed my eyes. “What a night” Stretching as I clumsily fall down, getting up quickly grabbing the radio clock.

“IT’S 11’OCLOCK! Why didn’t anyone wake me up early!?”

“I did but you went back to bed. Now hurry up and eat your breakfast, it’s cold.” My mother replied. 

“I’ll be down in a minute!” I quickly turned on the warm shower while I went through my closet. “Business or causal yet serious?” I couldn’t decide, so I grab both and lay them down on my bed. Got in the shower quick and came out blow drying my long hair. Just a little mascara and eye liner would do the trick, something simple for my evening. I usually don’t have a lot of make-up unless I’m celebrating or going out. Looking at the mirror 5 times, I couldn’t decide what to wear.

“Mom!” I yelled

“Hey mom! Come up here and help me real quick please? I need a woman perspective?” as we both laughed.

“Good god. What is this mess Kris?” as she looked all over my room.

“You better clean up when you come back.” She said.

“I will mom.” as I kissed her on the cheek.

“Now will you please help me??” as I begged.

“Alright, alright mija. Let see what you have. Hmmm.. a colorblock blouse with black pants very nice, Kris but this isn’t a professional business interview” as she crossed her arms and suddenly picking up my chambray dot shirt next to my Khaki pants.

“Now this is simple, causal and serious outfit.” She said.

“Thanks amma!” I said

She left my room as I changed. “Crap! I’m already 10 minutes late!” I grabbed a waffle as I stormed out.

“Kris! Kris! Don’t forget your cell-phone. Your only 17 mija, you have plenty of time to attend college.” She said as she waved goodbye to me.

“Thanks mom!” I ran up to her, grabbed my phone and kissed her cheek, turning on the car and waving goodbye, taking off.

“I won’t let you down mom. We will get out of this town and live like average citizen. You, Matt, and little Danielle.” I really don’t know what happened to my real dad, he met my mom when he had me and she toke me in as if I were her own child. She doesn’t tell me much but I knew I was different from my brother and sister. Ya see? My family is Hispanic and it was difficult learning a new language when I was young. Even though, she hardly spoke English we both manage our way to work things out.  Calling her mommy, mom, or mother felt odd for me and the only word I knew is “amma” nother word for mom in Egnlish. I'm not Hispanic. Like my family who adopted me in but I'm grateful. It does become heartbreaking when I can’t argue with my own mother in Spanish. I become more frustrated with myself that I leave out of the house. She would always assume it’s her..but it’s not…it’s me.

I parked behind Forever 21 and clicked on my key for lock. I stopped and breathe slowly.

“Okay, here is your chance Kris. Make it happened”. I opened the door as the bright lights shine upon me, leaving me blind to the edge of my clumsiness. Coming back to my senses, I realize the workers weren’t thrilled to see a new comer dressed in casual wear instead of classy and elegant as they are. But I kept my chin high and walked to the counter, stating my name for an interview. The counter woman looked at me head to toe as if she couldn’t stand my style decision.

“Your 15 minutes late.” The counter women replied in a snotty Australian accent as she pointed towards the clock up behind her. Her accent was lovely but not her personality yet I ignored her snotty reply. Thinking of a way for forgiveness.

“I know but if only I can get this job I will double my shifts, work night shifts if I have to and…” Suddenly, someone interrupted my sentence behind me.

“Look, newbie. Let me make this clear. In order to have a well business, we also have to dress well for our customers. An appearance is the number one rule for our business and customers to be fully satisfied, to make people feel unique and beautiful. You’re an awful bad example for our customers and we can’t allow that. Besides you look like a size 10 around the waste not a size 6 or above. Forever 21 is after all for people who have a great average healthy body. I swear this country is getting more depressing every minute.” as she flip her dirty blond hair from the side. She moved around me, examining me as if I’m a rat in a cage.  

“This was so last week” as she touched my Chambray dot shirt.

“I’m glad they put a Subway in Walmart so people can stop eating,” while the other counter women started laughing with her snotty remark.

I stepped back. “Please don’t touch me.” I looked away uncomfortable.

“Awwww…you’re not going to cry are you?” The dirty blond replied.

She looked like a model, way too skinny and her flawless skin shimmered through the bright lights as if she was posing for a magazine photo-shoot.

“No, I wouldn’t want to work with bitches he eat one pea-nut a day. You know what?” I looked at her with a disgusting look.

“What?” The dirty blond replied as if to expect a slap.

“Nothing...” I walked away as if their laughter began to fade. I got in my Honda car, looked back and spotted the Staff Parking lot.

“You mess with me, you get the horns.” I said.

I checked my right mirror and looked back as I put my left arm around the passenger seat. Suddenly, I rocked back and forth for a few second. Guess I put too much force reversing my car. Hearing a scream across the parking lot, I lower my head to gaze a better look. It was blondy.

“MY CAR!!! OMG! HEY YOU BIT…C..”

I pumped up my favorite music loud enough for the city to hear as I drove and I flipped her off.

“Thanks making your car obvious blondy.”

I drove through San Diego while replaying M83-Midnight City.

Conner's POV

“Why did we have to move here? I hate it here!” I began to cry in front of my parents. We just moved here last week in a place called Forks, Washington. Starting in high school as a freshman I am.

“Great I’m fresh-meat to them!” I replied in sob tears. It was during our Christmas break that I moved away from my friends, my teachers, and my hometown. I never felt so alone in my life. What did I do to deserve such suffering? I thought. I know the story already. My dad was an old colleague with the chief police here in Forks. I believe his name goes by Charlie Swan, personally I haven’t met him yet. But I heard he saved my dad life, once when they were working for the enforcement together. I do thank the guy! I do..but this is all too much for me.  I ran outside slamming the door behind me as my parents called out for me. It was freezing but I did not care, I wanted to run, getting away, and being alone. My dad chased after me but it was too late as I crouch beneath the bushes for cover. The snow storm was heading in quick and my dad couldn’t see anything. He headed back.

“Thank-you for giving me some space let me cool down. I promise to come back before dark.” Whispering the last sentence.