MY GIRL FROM THE MOON

MY GIRL FROM THE MOON

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Prologue Mayroong isang lalaki na nag mahal ng hindi n'ya ka uri isang 'Solemnian Girl' na ang ibig sabihin ay nakatirang babae sa buwan.Magkaiba ang mundo nila at 'di maaring mag sama dahil sa kapalit nito ay ang isa sa kanilang buhay.Ang pagmamahalan ba nila Luna at MJ ay magiging happy ending or hindi?tunghayan ang kanilang misteryosong relasyon. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. My Girl from the Moon by:jshang18. All rights reserved 2020.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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