I don't even try to talk to people anymore. I have been screwed over by society enough times to know that friendship isn't forever. Especially not if it's with sixteen year old boys that act like their twelve.
I am Luna Rose, and this is my story.
It started on the last day of 8th grade, I had been hardcore crushing on a guy since forever. Though he was one of my biggest bullies he was hot as flip. My best friend had been with me at the time, Lucy. We shared everything together. We were basically sisters. As he came over to talk to me in the school grounds, Lucy left and I swear I saw her nudge Jake on the way. I wrote it off as nothing. It was a beautiful day, with the kind of sky you would take a picture of. He approached me with the lazy-eyes smirk I knew all to well. I had seen him use this method of approach on many girls before. I had been studying him for almost three years now. He took my hand and lead me into the building and towards the janitors closet. He needed no words to get a strong grip over me. His hand was soft, he had been moisturising I could tell. As he was about to open the janitor closet door he turned and looked at me, I was blushing profusely and I couldn't even try to hide it. He chuckled, which confused me, and lead me in. It was dark, very dark. He flipped the lights on and there was my whole class, phones out, filming most likely. He laughed and let go of my hand.
"What did you think was going to happen, moon face?"
Moon face was a name my class seemed to like to call me. No one called me Luna anymore, I had a lot of Acne even at a young age. And so moon face was born. Lucy was the only one who called me something that wasn't moon face, she called me Rose.
I stood there, utterly shocked. He laughed again. The laugh that I had loved and adored three minutes ago now disgusted me.
"Kiss you? As if I'd kiss someone with a face like yours"
My shock turned to anger, I had been learning judo for a while now, but this wasn't the right time. Instead I walked away. As I walked to somewhere, anywhere, I thought. Lucy had been there. The one I trusted, the one i thought that cared for me. She had been there. Laughing with everyone else. Phone out like everyone else. Filming like everyone else. I kicked a bin in pure fury as I went by and sent it toppling over. I wasn't angry at them. They were doing what kids do. I was angry at myself for letting them had ahold of me. I was done. I was going to change over the holidays. I was going to make them all want me
