• Hard worker
• Talented artist
• Emotionally delicate
• Hates the sun
• Loves the rain
★I should have done better.
★ Quiet and brief around strangers, but childish and cheerful to people she likes.
★ Her ‘resting’ face is a glare.
★ Usually has her nose in a book or a pencil in her hand.
★ Doesn’t appreciate noisy or in-your-business people.
★ freeform section
Luna lives a blessed life. Running water, extra food in the kitchen, a large roof over her head and a big happy family. She has all she could ever need, if she bothered to get it.
Born on a cold autumn day, she didn’t smile until age two. In second grade, she made a friend. Truth be told, she was making anthills and the brunette joined her, but a friend all the same.
During elementary school, she had made a grand total of six friends; three of which she dropped after their intentions became less than friendly. Tearing away had been painful and torturous, and she vowed never to befriend someone again. People moved, hurt, and changed. Desperate people begged, threatened and destroyed others, Luna included. They’d stick on for a long time, like a leech. Their relationship was strained, at best, but some way or another, they would worm their way into Luna’s life again and again. First as a friend, then a classmate, then a needy person Luna felt obliged to help.
Thankfully, middle school was rather dull. It was routine and relatively stable. A small friend group, teachers that sometimes took a liking towards her, and a sea of blank faces. People she thought she knew changed and left, but she remained untouched. As they passed on to high school, most of Luna’s friends drifted away. Now she’s alone, and determined to keep it that way.