You Are My Sunshine // Daniel Seavey // #wattys2018

-Chapter Two-

A loud and obnoxious buzz was sounded through Luna's small cozy bedroom. Her hand slammed down on the alarm clock that was sitting on her night stand. She arose from the warmth of her bed and into the coldness of her house. It was 5:30 in the morning and Luna wasn't a morning person. She would rather stay up all night drawing or listening to music. But apparently when your a senior in high school, that's not aloud.
By the time it was 7:00 she was dressed in black ripped skinny jeans and a big flannel. Of course she wouldn't forget about her moms necklace she wore everyday.
Luna climbed into her older car, deciding she would stop somewhere and get something to eat. School never really changed for Luna. Although she didn't talk as much, people were still nice to her. But Luna had a bad feeling something new was going to start today.
And boy was she right. As soon as she got to school, it was like she was buzzing with a virus and nobody wanted to be near her. Walking through the door it was like a typical movie where a new girl walks through the doors and everybody stares wondering who she is. Though Luna wasn't new so this left her confused. She got to her locker and was going to put her bag in and grab her books, seeing as that's what she did everyday. As soon as she opened her locker, she regretted it. Notes fell out and down to her feet. She kneeled down to take a look at them and when she did she wasn't very pleased.

'Your mom probably went to hell!'

'You should've died with your mom!'

'Leave! It's obvious nobody wants you here anymore'

Many more of these notes were here and she didn't have the balls to read them all knowing they would be much, much worse than the three she had already read.
She didn't know how to handle herself. She grew up in this town and people younger and older all knew her. And if they didn't know her name they knew of her. Nobody had EVER been this mean to Luna. She found herself to be kind to everyone because that's what her mom and dad taught her to be.
      And to say that today was the second worst day at school, the first being the day after her mom passed, was an understatement. The comments came in notes, messages, and even face to face.
      When Luna pulled up to her house, there was an annoying car blocking her from parking anywhere near the front of her house so she parked on the other side of the street. She pressed her back against her seat, fighting at all costs to stop the tears. But that seemed to be impossible, so she just let it out. Leaning forward and putting her forehead against her steering wheel, her shoulder shook as she sobbed quietly in her car.
      She had calmed herself down a bit and managed to bring her crying down to just small tears. She brought herself back up to the back of her seat when she heard a tap on the window. She looked to her right to see a boy with brown hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen, tapping on her window with his knuckles.
      "Can I sit with you?" The mystery boy said to her. "How do I know you're not a serial killer?" She softly chuckled, which hadn't happened in quite a while. "I assure you I am not a serial killer." He laughed back. Luna gave in and clicked the button to unlock the car door. The boy easily slipped in and plopped himself down onto the seat.
      "I'm Daniel." He smiled, slightly turning and reaching his hand out for her to shake. "Luna," she responded taking his hand. She for some odd reason enjoyed his presence, even though he had been there for a mere thirty seconds. "I saw you didn't look too happy and I don't like when people aren't happy." He sent the cutest giggle ever towards her. "I'm fine." She spoke the words she had grown to know too well. "Your tear stained cheeks say otherwise." He frowned.
      He could read her eyes and just knew that someway somehow, this beautiful girl sitting in front of him, had been burst so bad. And he felt that, someway somehow, he had to fix it.
      "Well, Luna, I don't want to see you frowning anymore. So take my number," he reached into the cup holder which held a napkin and a blue pen, and wrote his number. "If you ever need to talk," as he spoke he grabbed her hand again, and opened her palm. "Give me a call or text so I can turn that frown right upside down." He placed the napkin in her opens hand and then closed it. He sent a wink her way before exiting the car.
      Luna sat shocked at what just happened. No boy, except for her dear father, had been so kind to her. As soon as she snapped back to reality, he was nowhere in sight.