Being a 17 year old in an abusive home, Luna has grown up bitter. She gets into illegal things such as street racing and fighting. She becomes the number one in both and finds some friends. But what happens when she moves to a new town and school in...
I woke up feeling like shit, as per usual. Slowly, I peeled the covers off if my warm body. I read the clock. 8:45. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head and fell back onto my pillow. I was late. The bed creeked as my feet hit the chilled floor. I looked outside to see snow. It had been a while since I saw snow last. The soft white covered everything in sight. While admiring the colorless powder, I put on some warmer clothes. (This is her outfit)
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I yawned and stretched my arms to the ceiling but I stopped half way, and gasped. "MY BIKE!" I yelled as I ran out of my room and to the front door. I fumbled with the lock. As I sprinted out of the apartment, I could hear Jake's amused snicker behind me. But I didn't care. I rushed to the side of my bike and began shoving snow off of it. I stopped once my hands reached a plastic like feel. It crunched when I moved it around. It was a tarp. I never thought I would be so happy to see a tarp. I put the corner back down and smiled.
Inside, jake had already made his coffee. I tried to sneak back in to avoid the embarrassment. But he was waiting right at the door. I opened the door and came face to face with him. He just laughed and shook his head. I hung my head in shame. "You should've seen yourself! It was hilarious!" He gestured towards the mess of a hallway. The rug was leaning on the wall, the paintings were either on the floor or tilted, clothes were on the space where the rug should be, and the door was swung open. Damn. "I've never seen anyone care that much about their bike before." He joked. I laughed with him as I poured myself a glass of orange juice.
"So I was thinking..." He began. "We could skip today?" I looked at him curiously. What was he planning? "Sounds good." His face brightened up and he smiled an 100 karat smile. It made me smile. How did he do that? He nodded and headed off to his room. I finished my glass of heaven and got my boots on. We got on to our bikes and rode off. I didn't know where we were going because he wanted it to 'be a surprise', so I just followed him. We drove past the houses and apartments. Past the town hall. Past the fountain. And out of town. I grew nervous. What was he planning?
As the stars finally met the sky, we reached our destination. We were on a cliff that overlooked the town. No lights were up here so we could easily see the night sky. From here, the people looked like ants, as they scurried inside. The night was freezing. So much so, I could see my breath. The crisp feeling of the cold was soothing. Side by side, we stood looked down at the town. The only sight of life, was the lamps that spread throughout town. Everyone was either in bed or getting ready for it. It was late after all. "So what do you think?" Jake asked. I smiled. So he smiled back. No words were needed for him to know what I thought.
He began playing with his fingers. "So I was thinking..." He began "that's never a good sign." He rolled his eyes and I chuckled. "I was thinking, that you could join the gang." I turned to look at him. He was serious. "The gang is like a family, and I know you didn't have much of one before you came here." I looked at my feet. "And the gang could protect you." I understood his concern, but I could handle myself. And I didn't wasn't to get more people involved in my problems then there already is. He was so set on protecting me, that he didn't believe that I could handle myself. Eventually I knew, he would come to collect me. And Jake knew too. This was the only way he knew to protect loved ones. I took a deep breath of cold air in. "I'll think about it." He let out a long sigh of relief that seemed to be held in for a while.
I sat on the frosted grass as did he. We talked about the town and school. About the gang and how it could be a good thing. It wouldn't be much different for me. I've spent most of my life with people that were in gangs. Small and big. They took care of me. Now that I think about it, I feel bad for not saying goodbye. They treated me as one of their own, with or without the mask. They were the ones that trained me. Trained me not to feel. Not to have emotions or weaknesses. Not to trust anyone, not even family. They made me into a warrior. One that no one could beat. Opposing gangs and members came from all over the town to train me, mentally and physically. They forgot their differences for the time I was there. They always told me that if they go easy on me, I won't be the best. So they brought in their best fighters to train me. They did all this when I wasn't even in their gang. No one even said anything about choosing one gang. I smiled. I had more people that cared then I thought.
Only the top members in the gangs knew who I was. They were the ones that gave me the mask and told me to wear it well. I never disappointed them. They never asked for me to split the profit. Maybe they knew I would need it for a time like this. They gave me a reason. A life. A title. They made me nightshade. The Deadly Nightshade. And one day I would make it up to them.
