The Odd One Out

The Odd One Out

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Everyday was the same; either rainy, dry, warm, cold, bright or dark, nothing changed. I was still a girl, still me, Luna Violet Clariece, I still went to school, I still ate meals with my family, I still had a dog to take care of, I still had my friends. I was ordinary. Nothing queer. Everything felt right. Until one day. Everything got all sorts of messed up. I woke up late, missed breakfast, fell asleep in class, missed my bus, burnt our food for dinner, my dog ran away and my friends seemed annoyed with me. I was odd. Anything that could go wrong, did. Everything felt wrong. Everything's felt odd, ever since the night my childhood friend climbed through my window, a few hours before school and escorted me outside to show me something he had found. Nothing has been the same.
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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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