Stories, Rants, and Thoughts of Luna + More

Stories, Rants, and Thoughts of Luna + More

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It was midnight. And I was snuggled deep in my floral covers. I had a bad case of bed hair and bed face. I looked so scary I could just get up, find an unlucky victim, sarcastically say "boo!" and they would die. My wonderful not-so-beauty sleep, was interrupted by a laugh, then the sound of music, and the house shaking. What the actual fudge? My door banged open, allowing the outside light in. I hissed... "Luna? Um... Surprise? Why are you sleeping during your sixteenth birthday bash?" My older sister Ruby asked. "It's my birthday?" I groaned. "Mhmmm," she muttered. Oh the joy. Hi! My name is Luna Nias, as you probably already know! And this here is just a couple, scratch that, a 100 karma filled stories of my life. Enjoy!
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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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