Eclipse II

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Eyyy! I'm probably gonna have a thing where I have a new chapter every Friday or something. I dunno. Thank you for reading!

Notes
- Lumiose = Paris
- Vast Poni Canyon = The Grand Canyon
- New Character!

Lunar Arrows
Eclipse II


Sun suddenly remembered his backpack. I was holding it. Now where did it go?

He scanned the room, still sitting on his bed. Then, he spotted his backpack. It was hanging on the doorknob. Sun looked at his left hand as he got out of bed. It was covered in white bandages.

Using his right hand, Sun grabbed his backpack by the strap and put it on his right shoulder. Opening the door, he entered a hall. He went down it and entered what he presumed to be the main room. Looking at a window, he spotted Moon writing an essay on an outdoor picnic table.

She immediately looked up from her paper when Sun was standing in the doorway. "Hey."

He smiled, "Hey."

Moon returned a small smile. "How're you feeling now?"

"A bit better," Sun replied, closing the door. "Thanks for asking."

"I mean you kinda did save my life."

"Kinda?"

"What I mean is that I would've saved myself anyways."

"Ouch."

"Sorry. It's just that, when people do something for me, I feel like I'm a weak person. And I've never spoken to a boy my age before."

"But you're the president-."

"Yeah, well, I was homeschooled before. My mother is letting me spend 12th grade in an actual school. It's only been like eight months. Boys my age are always too flustered and shy to talk to me for some reason."

"You're fourteen, right?"

"No, I just turned fifteen this past New Year's."

"Still, how're you a twelfth grader?"

"Skipped a grade. How old are you?"

Sun sat across from her and began taking his homework out. "Fourteen. Going onto fifteen this August."

"Cool."

"Whatcha writing about? Mr. Morris told us we can write about anything we want, right?"

"No, silly, he asked us to write about whatever place we went to."

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