Hi, I'm Luna, I can see ghosts.
Sorry to be blunt, but there's no other way to say it. While it may seem crazy, it's true. Oh, and not only that, I can talk to them, and actually feel how they died. Yeah. It's as fun as it sounds. And I've seen ghosts for years, so I've had to endure years of this.
Seeing ghosts can be both a blessing and a curse. More of a curse. I hate feeling the way ghosts felt when they died. It's painful, though one of my friends, Helen, who is a ghost, is teaching me to block it out, and my friends are ghosts, so I can't complain too much. It is a blessing since I do have two people--even if they are dead--I can always talk to and depend on to look out for me. So there's a blessing, though there are curses.
I've been seeing more ghosts since my mom and I moved, and there's this one ghost that seems to be torturing someone from school. I can tell it's seriously harming him, and I want to do something, though do I really want to get involved in someone else's problem? Okay, I can't sit by and watch the guy get tortured, but where do I even begin?
**Some parts throughout the Luna's Ghost's series intertwine with the series I wrote before, the Moonblood Clan, and there will be characters making an appearance.
[COMPLETED] My grandmother is a witch. My mother is a witch. My sisters are witches. Even my daddy is a warlock when he's not moonlighting as a rat (a consequence of the aforementioned grandmother's temper).
So you would think I would be a witch too, right? Nope. Not a spark of magic resides in my fingertips, and even worse, I'm beginning to think I'm allergic to magic. Kind of a big problem when you live in the middle of the most magical town in Mississippi.
I'm just biding my time until I turn eighteen. Then, I can pack my bags and move out into the real world- with the normal humans.
Until then, I just have to survive my grandmother's experiments, my sister's nasty temper, and the charms of the town's bad boy, Ash Goodwin.
Easy...ier said than done.