The Moon and Her Sun

Seventeen: Failed Projects

"I messed up, I know I did," I say as I push the door open to leave Mr. Reynolds class.

"Luna just wait up." I hear Ciro say as he tries to catch up with me.

I try to get to my locker before Ciro could get there before me. I look back to see Ciro is at least fifty feet away from where I am at.

I had forgotten my lines and I was nervous. I mean it wasn't my fault. Or was it?

I open the doors to another building that my locker is in. The halls are crowded with people either hanging out before class starts, seeing their significant other, or just trying to get their stuff out of their locker. Which is what I'm trying to do.

I finally reach my locker and look back to see if Ciro followed me inside the building. And I look around the building to see if I could spot him out of the crowd and I didn't. Out of sight, out of mind, I thought to myself.

I grab my earphones out of my bag and connect it to my phone so I can play my music. Once I press play I tune the outside world out. I open my locker and get my calculus book out. I close my locker I see long black hair on my right side.

I look up to see who that long black hair belongs to and notice that it's the devil herself along with her two minions. "Look what we have here the weakest bitch here." Justine comments. I take both of my earphone out. "The cat got her tongue again." The minions nod their heads and Justine gives me a cruel grin.

"Why are you so obsessed with me?" I clap back at her with the truth and nothing but it. "What do you like me or something? Do you think I'm a threat?"

She laughs at what I just said. "Please, I don't find weak girls as a threat."

"Oh I thought I was" I make air quotes with my fingers "'A Weak Bitch.'"

Justine shakes her head. "That's beside the point." She turns to her minions. "Girls can you wait outside I have to tell her something." They nod their heads and leave the hall. What the heck. Why would she kick them out?

"Look Luna," Luna. Why is she calling me by my first name? My actual name. "I know we haven't been on the greatest terms, but I have a reputation that I have to keep and if it means knocking you down then that's what I'll do." She shakes her head and sighs. "Well, I'll do it out in the open so people could think I'm mean and cold hearted so they won't pick on me. But in private" She comes close to my ear and whispers "I'll be your friend."

As she finished her sentence it gave me the chills. She pulls away from my ear at this point. She gives me a concerned look. A look that I have never seen her make.

"Why do you, all of a sudden, need to be my friend?" I asked Justine. I mean what she said was weird. The thought of having a reputation that she has to keep up is weird and stupid, but I'll let her do her.

"Because I have some intel on your boyfriend and ex-best friend." She says sounding concerned.

"What intel do you have on them?" I hear the door open on the other side that's far away from my locker. I see that it's Ciro and he's coming towards Justine and me.

She comes close and whispers in my ear. It gave me the chills. "Look I'll text you later on." She pulls back, away from my ear.

"You don't have my number," I tell her.

"I'll find it," Justine tells me. We hear Ciro's foot steps close enough that Justine says "Good luck failing your next project, little bitch." She winks at me at an angle to where only I would see it and not Ciro.

I once again put my earphones and walk past Ciro, bumping my shoulder against his. I open the door and then I hear him say "Luna wait up." But I don't.

I mean all these thoughts are all in my head. Why is Justine trying to be my friend? What does she have on Ciro and Carla? Why did I mess up on my project? If I were to study more then I, we, would have been fine.

"Hey" Ciro is walking in front of me, his back is towards the crowd going in the opposite direction I am going in. "We, you did well."

"Yeah." I pull him to the side of a building and take out my headphones. "If I did well then why did I pause in the middle of my line? Why did Mr. Reynolds tell me that he had 'heard some tension in my voice?" I have to say because that was a mouthful. I have to look down because I know Ciro is going to say something and I don't want to look at him.

"You were just nervous that's all." He grabs my hand and I smile. I smile because I know this I something that I wouldn't have expected in a thousand years. I wouldn't have expected someone, who I am dating, holding my hand in school, the place of torture and well where I got my passion for getting out of here.

He continues "Besides when you stormed out the class Mr. Reynolds that he was going to give us an A."

My face light up and I looked up at him by this point. Only because I couldn't resist being happy that I actually got an A on a project I had thought I had failed at. "No way." Is all I can say.

"Yeah way."

I shake my head with excitement. "That's crazy, well I'll talk to you later I have to get to class. You know how much I hate being late."

"Alright" He gives me a kiss, like a quick peck, on my cheek. "I'll see you later."

"Okay." I smile and nod my head. 'I'll see you later."

He goes in the opposite direction that I am going in. I smile and put my earphones in tuning the world out. Third time is a charm. Right? As I walk to my class I see the one person who I tried to get to forgive me, but doesn't.

Carla tries to tell me something as we walk pass each other, but I can't make out the words and I don't try to.

I just keep on walking without looking back.

It was then that I had realized that I have to stop trying to fight for something that I have already lost. To stop trying to have that one person trying to forgive me when really they don't want to. To stop trying to be someone who I used to be. To stop being a victim and stop being this angry depressed young woman.

And that I should start enjoying my life before everything falls apart again. This marks a new era. And that era didn't involve Carla anymore, but it involved someone new.

The person who sat in the back of the room. The person who I had accused of being a murderer. The person who said yes when I had asked them out. The one who painted a beautiful painting of something that was so deep and meaningful to me. A total stranger who loved me and cared for me for who I was as a human being.

This new era of my life will be called The Dawn of Adoration.

It sounded better in my head. I laughed at the thought, but it was true. From now on I was going to live a semi-new life. One that I was going to be proud of.