Luna Johnston was her name. Always thought to be the perfect child. Top in class, passing all exams, great cheerleader.
Luna Johnston is perfect in society's eyes. Skinny body, big ass, big "rack" as they say. No "flaws" we're to be found. Perfect little child.
Luna Johnston, 16 years old. Rich, gorgeous, silky brown hair, icy blue eyes, 5'2. What a perfect girl.
Luna Johnston found dead in her bedroom, empty pill bottles scattered all around. Beer bottles broken in the trash. A razor stuck in her fresh cuts blood oozing out. What a gruesome scene for a perfect girl.
Family broken to pieces. Father takes up drinking. Mother divorces, find a new partner starting a great new life as if Luna never existed. Not a single tear shed from her eye for her deceased daughter. Her only daughter.
LUNA JOHNSTON.
NEVER DIED.
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Hey guys! This is the first I guess you can say "part" lol. But I got really creative and decided that I wanted to make a little book and wrote this down in a notebook and now I'm making a story out of it ^.^ but I hope you enjoyed XD I know this was short but I'll try to make longer parts.
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Perfect // Rose
General FictionLuna Johnston. Perfect? In society's eyes yes. Cheerleader. Rich family. Caring father. Cheating mother. What a perfect family.
