WARZONE

Chapter 2

(Unedited)

Luna's POV

My eyes feel extremely heavy as I wake up from bed. In all honesty I feel like the walking dead. If it where up to me I'd rather already be dead than to be in this fucking sh*thole so called my life. "Luna Winters is the name and lookin like shit is my game" I say to myself as I see my reflection on my cracked bathroom mirror. I really did look like shit, my hair was in knots and my face was all scrunched up with sleeping marks all over it. I turned on the faucet of my crusty shower and stepped into the freezing water and let it come to contact with my skin as I waited for it to get warm. I had class in half an hour and I wasn't feeling up to it. I scrubbed myself with soap and my hair with shampoo. Rinsing myself off I grabbed a towel and stepped out the shower. I sat on my bed and began blow drying my hair.

When it was dry I stripped off the towel and put on a baggy white cotton top and some grey sweat pants. I went with my usual black converse and tied my hair lazily in a messy ponytail. I didn't wear a lot of makeup, so I just applied some foundation and some bold nude lipstick keeping my look simple. In all honesty I never wore makeup but I decide to put it on day because I wanted a little appeal.

Although I never left the house with a plain face. I grabbed my duffel bag and left without wasting anytime. My school was nearby making it a 30 minute walk. The place I live is not what you can call a house, its just an old scrappy shoe box sized flat that I called a home. Growing up I was never fortunate. I had no parents to raise me till now. Being 16 and fending for yourself is never easy in the streets of New York. The school I went was not a lavish or modern school it was just your ordinary plain high school. The reason I schooled there is because the fees are not expensive and I've worked my tits of to pay off this years fees but only God knows how I'll pay off next year.

By law its illegal for a fifteen year old to be without parents but I am. I was sent to an orphanage but ran away at ten years old till now. Walking down the street I kicked empty beer bottles and cans as I smelt the stench of rotting flesh mixed with cigarette smoke. These were the most dangerous parts of New York and I lived in them for six years now. My part of New York is where you could find all the gangsters, hobo's and weed sellers. The homeless children sitting cold in the streets, the prostitutes that sold themselves off to old nasty men each night and the gunshots. A night without gunshot sounds in my hood was never seen. Crack bottles would be found around the streets along with needle's laying on the roads. When you get used to it though you wouldn't mind. Unlike all the other girls dreams to go to those lavish university's and end up getting a high paying job, I never really cared. I just made sure that I ate at night not wasting my hopes on something that will never happen.

I walked through the school gates and watched all the other people talk and greet each other. I never had a lot of friends. I preferred having my own space. I did have one friend though, Stacey Turner. She was the only person who knew me better than anyone else and in a way I understood her a lot too. Stacy was more fortunate that me though she had both her parents still alive and they both had jobs, so her family had an average lifestyle which is luxury compared to mine.

To top it off she was pretty smart. The moment I entered the building the bell rang. It was time for first period which is math's. " Fucking hell, life never seems to give me a break" I said louder than I anticipated. "Well someone's in a bad mood" Stacy says as she walks into sync with me. I let out a small chuckle "sorry buy ya know that I hate math's, not all of us have great mind's ya know" I replied. She stops and looks at me the says "I'll act like ya didn't say that, Ok". I smile at her and we walk to our classes together.

Unfortunately we didn't have the same class she had history instead of math's. The minute I entered class I was greeted by my professor's frustrated voice saying "you're late again Ms Winters." I replied and said "fucking thank you captain obvious!" I said sarcastically before I sat down and the class boomed with laughter.