The Odd One Out

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.