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Luna

Hi I'm Luna, I was born in March 23rd. I'm in High School and going through some bad things like bullying. People bully me for reasons, the people I'm best friends with. Yes, they look different, but that's not nice to bully someone for that. They even have disorders to act differently. Like ADHD or Autism, but that doesn't prove that they aren't human.

I was in school, with my best friend Opal, she has ADHD. She takes pills everyday for her disorder, if she doesn't she acts differently like no other person. People make fun of her because of that, I'm too afraid to stand up for her. What a great friend I am. I try to but I don't really socialize with people I don't know much about it. It's hard for me to socialize, I barely talk to anyone.

I've always had a problem talking to random people, I stay shut. I always think that they won't accept me for some odd reason. I can talk to people unless they speak first. I'm afraid to go in front a crowd, I get shaky and scared. It's a big fear of mine to talk to people, I even get afraid to ask my parents questions. I talk to my friends a lot, I mean a ton, they've always been there for me. They always stand up to each other even me. But I just stay quiet and shut, it's probably because I was told to be quiet whenever I was younger.

Now, I'm going to High School. Finished Middle School, can't wait for seminars. I absolutely hate it, when it gets quiet and one person talks to the class or ask questions. I'm in my first hour which is Social Studies. I sat down quiet not saying a word, until I heard my best friend sat right next to me. I had a smile on my face. 

Later, class ended I went to the next class. Sat down quiet again, 'til I heard somebody I don't know about sitting right next to me. Fear went to my head, I stayed quiet while the teacher spoke. I listened and the teacher called on me, I gulp and answer quietly. She told me to speak louder, I spoke louder. She thanked me and went back to talking about the rules. Phew that would've gotten worse, I drew in my sketchbook, it does help me calm down.

"Wow! Your really good! Can you draw me! " I heard a classmate spoke to me.

"U-uh thanks, and sorry I only draw fictional characters that I create," I responded quietly.

"Please!"

"I'm sorry but I'm not good with drawing realism," I replied.

"Fine," he watches me draw. I felt peer pressure go through me, I gulp.

After class ended, I went through all of my periods. Drew a lot because I didn't feel comfortable sitting next to people. I stayed alone, drawing and sketching. I practiced realism for a while in some of the classes.

When school ended, I went to the bus and sat by myself. I felt somebody sit right next to me, I started to shake a little.

"Hi there, I'm Lucy," she introduced herself.

"I-I'm Luna," I stuttered like a snake.

"Oh, your shy, it's okay you'll be fine."

"Y-yeah I'm shy," I said quietly.

"That's fine," she stayed quiet to not make me worry.

I grabbed my sketchbook and drew. I sketched out some heads and practiced with hands. I wasn't really good at hands. I always love to watch Bob Ross paint, he's amazing and cool. He makes the most beautiful paintings no one has ever seen. He inspired me to draw and sketch, I mean he paints and I draw which are completely different things. He says that there never is any mistakes in drawing and paintings. I do believe him. I draw a lot, every day.

Even if I am not an artist or super not shy and embarrassed. I'm still me, I love me for me. It doesn't matter if your famous or not, I always have to be me. Every other person has to be them self.