lunatic

chapter 6

I wake fully when the alarm starts blaring in my ear. Sometimes i really do forget i have phone. I don't know why it was right next to me ear. I roll over and throw my phone across the room. I have not had enough sleep for this. Someone knocks at my door. I sigh and turn towards it.

"Come in" I groan. It's mum. I'm guessing.

"Darling. You need to get up. You will be late to school. You start at 9 and it's 7:30. Your father has so kindly cooked breakfast for you and i have made you munch." she says throw the door. I sigh and get out of bed. I hear her walk down stairs. I was already awake before my alarm. I knew she was coming to my room. This is going to be hard for her - me going to school, that is. It's going to kill her. She's always had me here, where she can see me. At school she can't stay with me all day, make sure everyone's treating me right. Nothing like that. That's not how school works. But I hope she gets used to it, because if I start getting this treatment every morning I might start thinking she's not as crazy as she pleads to be.

After a short cold shower, I start getting ready. I still have half an hour before I have to leave for school. It's 8. I'm planning on getting there around 8:30. I don't want to be late on my first day, but I don't want to be too early. That's why I think around 8:30 is perfect.

"Luna! Your pancakes are getting cold!" dad yelled from down stairs. I look at myself over and over again. I need to still do my makeup but I think my clothes are looking good. I'm wearing a half black, skin-tight, top. With really dark purple jeans. Blank and purple are definitely my colours. The shows I'm wearing are something I've never tried. Plain black converses. I have owned them for a while but never wore them. They feel different to what I normally wear but i kinda like them. I smile at myself in the mirror and run down to the kitchen. Dads slaving away cooking my food and mums sitting where you can always find her. Watching him, sitting on the stool. I shake my head at my predictable mother and laugh a little to myself. I think I'm nervous. I have never felt like this. Jumpy and in a mood that feels like happy but excited to the point that I'm on the verge of a breakdown. It feels weird but i kinda like the feeling.

"Morning" I say, giving mum a kiss on the cheek and moving to dad.

"Morning" I say, moving back to take a seat never to mum. Maybe they won't notice my mood change, I mean, they didn't the other day, and the day before that, and everyday before that. But just my luck, they do today. I really hoped they didn't.

"Someone's happy" dad says, turning around to give me a quick smirk. I can't tell them that I'm having this weird feeling. They won't understand. They only have a few emotions. At least, that's what they lead everyone to believe.

"I guess so. I can't wait to try this whole school thing" I say. At first, I thought I was lying to them, but I'm not. I actually think I'm looking forward to the school thing. I get out of the house, I get to have friends. I'm worried that people won't like me, that they will think I'm some kind of freak. I know I don't look like one at the moment. Maybe I should wear the same makeup? Would that help me look normal? I mean, when I was looking at myself in the mirror before I saw a normal teenage girl wholes about to head to school. But I'm not normal. Or maybe that's just what I have been telling myself for 16 years.

"Well I'm glad to hear it. I hope you have a great day princess. Now, eat up and finished getting ready for school. We leave when your ready" daddy says placing a plate in front of me.

"Thanks" I say and dig in.

I don't know what to do for makeup. I really don't have anything that you could call normal. Maybe I should just be myself? Who am I kidding. I'm Luna! The daughter of the two ruling crazies of Gotham city. I will not step down and be a petty little girl who can get thrown around. I will go as myself and anyone that dares walk in my way, I will cut them down. Gez. I really am i parent kid. I'm just as crazy as them.