Luna
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I'm Luna. I talk to the moon. It gives me signs of what's going to happen next. A girl getting hit by a train. The moon shows me the girls face in the water and let's of the sounds of a train. Or it gives me visions while I'm asleep. My guess is that a girl is getting hit by a train. I'm usually right. The next day I save that girl on the train track. When I'm wrong then it's to late. I do what I can though. I've been like this sense I was 3 years old. I was young then and didn't really do anything about it. Sense then I've been hunted down so that the government can dissect me peace from peace Until they figure out what species I am. If I'm an alien or an undiscovered creature. But I'm a normal girl. A normal human being. With powers. I'm also a princess and my mothers the queen. She knows of my powers and also has powers of her own. She knows how to control them but I don't. She told me to run and I did. I'm now alone.
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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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