Shielded (Harry Styles)

Chapter 2

Luna's POV:

I walk towards my school, at a mod pace, admiring at how pretty the sky looks with the mixture of colors, as a result of the sun rising. The sun is halfway up, not yet bright, but enough that I can walk to school without any need of lights. The air was quite cold to me, but I brushed it off trying to focus on walking to my destination.

As soon as I approached the school, I walked towards the front door and pulled the handle forward, so I could let myself inside the school. When I made it inside, many people were walking around. Some of which were talking to friends, while others were getting their books and binders from the locker and walking to class. I had about ten minutes to grab my items from my locker and walk to my first hour before the bell rang. I feel like, in my opinion, that it would give me enough time to go to my locker and my class, and I might have some leisure time to spend too.

After planning that through my head, I finally started pacing toward my locker which is a little bit of a walking distance from the front door of the school. Once I made it to my locker, I opened it up after putting in my locker combination. Then I opened up my backpack and started emptying my items I needed for homework I had last night. I neatly put the books in the locker and grabbed the ones I needed for my first and second hour. I put my first hour books on top since it was first class I was going to and put the second hour items beneath it. Then I put all my other items inside my locker, including my phone which I only use during lunch when I'm in school. One reason is because my school has strict rules about phones being used or seen during class, and if the teacher sees a student with a phone, the phone immediately gets taken away for the rest of the school year. Yes, the whole school year, not for the rest of the day or a week like other schools but for the whole school year.

Finally when I was done putting my books in my locker, I close my locker door and head to my first hour class. My first hour is Language Arts, which in my point of view is very easy, and not because of the teacher I have but the material is easy. Some of the kids in my class say Language Arts is hard, and they complain about the tests, thinking it is hard when really they're just not taking the time to listen to the lessons.

When I make it inside the classroom, I try my best to avoid most of the kids, in which some of them I know talk badly about other people in my grade. In some ways, I feel like that say rude things about me, but somehow I always seem to brush it off and ignore those thoughts. While some thoughts are harder to get rid of, such as getting a bad grade or letting someone down.

When I finally sit down in my assigned seat, I sit there waiting for class to start, but I knew I had a couple minutes to spare. Then before I could do anything, one of my other friend's, Avery, appeared from out of nowhere. She's been a friend of mine as long as I could remember and has always been by my side through thick and thin. When middle school came around, many of my old friends had made new friends and formed groups. Although that happened, Avery and I have always been there to support each other.

Even though we're good friends, we are very different from each other; both in physically and personality terms. She has light brown/dirty blonde hair, while I have dark brown hair. She's got emerald green eyes, while dark brown eyes. She very tall, in fact taller than some boys I know, while I'm kind of on the short side. In personality terms, we have very different interest from each other, like for example; I'm a girl who lives online, in contrast Avery usually spends her time playing softball and volleyball. I usually stick headphones in my ears all day and listen to music, comparison to Avery who rather not listen to any music.

Although we're very different people, we seem to get along in ways I don't understand. It doesn't really bother me, but sometimes when we talk we run into our differences interests, and we seem to lose our conversation. Though somehow we find a way to start a new conversation, and we usually ramble on for hours.