"in the end, everybody gets screwed over. everybody."
9:16 pm
Luna sat on the wooden floor of her room. 2 years had passed by quickly, as she was now a senior in high school.
She sat pondering emotionlessly.
Death is a hard concept to handle sometimes.
Even the young and fearless meet their untimely death.
She felt as if everybody she ever cared about was ripped from her life.
Declan moved away, James moved on.
It was like everybody was moving except for her, and she was stuck frozen in time.
10:45 am
Luna walks through out her highschool with a smirk on her face and a bounce in her stride.
Her faded dark blue hair still lucious. Her pink lips still plump.
But is it enough?
She always wondered if people saw right through her.
1:22 pm
"You're so lucky your parents named you Luna." A girl named Mary said.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I hate my name, I wish I had yours."
"mhm.."
Luna never cared for what anybody else had to say, yet longed for someone to care for her.
How selfish.
If only her real name was actually Luna.
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Teen Fiction"In a way, death is beautiful. The thought of eternal sleep is almost fascinating. I think that the thing people are scared of is the fact that it's inevitable."
