A girl stood watching the sunset as the stars slowly appeared in front of her the darkness slowly engulfed her, her parents left her, her friends left her all she had was the moon and the stars.

….

"Can't read my, can't read my no he can't read my Poker Face." I mumbled as I continued to draw as I normally would.

My old friends used to tell me I was very good at my drawing but I denied, in my eyes they would never be as graceful as a real artist's strokes.

At first when I had grabbed the paper all there was, was lines but now I could clearly see that it was a family, a real family. My current family had adopted me, they treated me as there own but when I reached the age of seven I could tell that I had nothing resembling them.

My hair was a dull orange, my eyes a light hazel, I was wearing a pale orange shirt and some jeans.

"Well, well, well, looks like the dork is up to it again Marce." Sparkle mocked she was very popular, though only a few kids saw her true personality. To other's it was just a normal girl, leader of the cheerleading squad, heart breaker, fashinista, and barley passing all her classes. That's all you needed to be considered popular here at West Link High.

She wore a bright pink shirt with a red mini skirt; her brown hair was in two pigtails on both sides of her head.

Marcy was her little henchman or servant girl as Sparkle liked to call her, she wore a pale blue tank top and some white tennis shorts, her parents said she was destined to be a great tennis player. And so she was, she practiced every day as hard as she could till a little over 12 every after noon. We got along fairly well when Sparkle was never around.

"Just put the paper down and walk away Sparkle," I said

"Hmmm, how about. No."

Sparkle laughed, "Well I guess I will put it down, here." She held it out but just as I reached out to grab it she dropped it, as it fluttered down to the floor I couldn't help but let a tear escape for I knew fairly well to every drawing of mine she got a hold of.

A whimper escaped my lips as Sparkle laughed and stomped and scuffed my drawing with her sequined pink heels.

"Your pure evil Sparkle. Pure, pure evil."

"That's such a nice thing to say! Well I should get going, bye now!"

I mentally growled in my head only hoping I could somehow get back at her, without. Well you know. Getting in trouble.

"You alright? I saw little Miss Priss over there givin' you a hard time."

I looked up to see a tall girl wear in a blue jean skirt white long sleeve shirt and a red neckerchief with brown cowboy boots.

"Um, ya. Im alright." I said adding a sniff

"My name's Pepper Mathews! And you?"

"Uh, Luna."

Pepper smiled at me and I could tell that we would be getting along great, I looked up at her. She winked in a friendly way then bent down to pick up my crumbled picture then she looked at it.

"Hmm, who are these people?"

"I don't really, well, know. I just kinda imagined them."

"Well probably not 'cause I know this boy in your picture!"

I detected a slight country accent.

"Really?"

"Yeah! His names Hamtaro. I'll introduce ya!"

I gathered my stuff and picked up my bag, as I stood up she turned back and smiled at me with a wave of her hand she signaled for me to follow her.

As I walked down the hallway, I took notice of all the kids gathered in the hallway near their locker; friends talking, couples kissing, people fighting, girls giggling over a guy. Simple and oh so normal.

Pepper halted in the middle of the hallway, I ran into her repeatedly apologizing she shrugged it off and told me it was fine, I smiled gratefully and she smiled back.

"So like I told ya, I know the guy from your picture! So let me show ya…"

Pepper signaled to the door that I now noticed we had stopped in front of, as I opened the door I shielded my eyes from the bright light that shown that couldn't compare to the dull light in the crowded yet roomy and homey hallways from which held my closets friends and enemies.

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So there we go! This is a story I wrote a while ago, but instead of keeping it, I decided to renovate it and make it better. I did keep the line from the song Poker Face.

I don't own Hamtaro or Poker Face