Unstable Affection

Chapter One- October 31st

   For as long as i could remember my life had been normal; i got good grades, had a great family, and had a great boyfriend.

   Let me emphasize the word 'had'

   I'm getting too ahead of myself, let's start back to Oct. 31st, 2036....... The day i met Michael Rodgers.

   My friend Melody had dragged me along to a Halloween party at someone's house. It was more of a mansion then a house.

     "Melody, whose house is this?!?" I proclaimed in amazement.

     Melody replied in excitement, "One of the graduated seniors from last year, i think his name's...... Michael...." She pauses to think... "Yeah! Michael Rodgers."

   In my head i tried to put a face to the name ,but it wasn't quite connecting.

     "Luna, are you okay? You kinda stopped walking..." Melody recited with curiosity.

     "Yeah, yeah i'm fine." I repeated as i brushed strands of my curly orange mess out of my face.

     "Did you even get dressed up for the party or did you just wake up that way?!" Melody snorted as we walked in.

     "Ha ha very funny." I remarked sarcastically. She wasn't wrong though... i woke up from my name a little late and just threw on an old witch costume. Hat and all.

   As we entered the house all i saw was skimpy animal costumes on girls I've never met before.

     "Melody, what are we doing here?" i asked in suspicion.

     "Uhm well..." she scratches her head. "I guess we didn't get the memo ,but hey it's a party...relax." She exclaimed pushing me farther into the party.

   I rolled my eyes and went along with her shenanigans. Melody had been my friend for almost 9 years. We met back in third grade, the dynamic duo they'd call us.(and if you did your math correctly you would know we're seniors now)

   While looking around the party, i heard a voice resonate from behind us.

     "Hello ladies, thank you for coming to my party."

   'My party', i thought in my head, wait! Melody and i both turned around.

     "Oh thanks Michael!', Melody said with a smile.

   I just stood there looking up at him (cause you know i'm 4'9).

     Michael looked into my eyes and with a grin said, "You look bewitching."