Dear Diary, Monday, February 16th

It's the first day of my school at Wake Lee prep. I'm wearing my favorite outfit because I didn't get my uniform yet. I don't even want to wear a stupid uniform. This school gives me the creeps. I don't know why I was even enrolled, my mom acted all weird when I asked and said I would find out when I got there. All I remember was that I was really sick on Friday, the 13th, my birthday. Then I just kind of fell asleep. BAM! I remember having this crazy ass dream. I was in a big waterfall pond. Then this statuesque girl with long snow white hair, resembling my own, turned me around to face her. Her ivory skin made her hair turn invisible in an epic battle of colors creating a golden aura around her. Her silver-flecked black, bottomless eyes sparkled as she appraised me for countless minutes. Then, she looked away at the waterfall, the light danced on her skin. She turned her head toward me and whispered, "You will face your destiny soon, Embrace it fully my daughter of darkness." Then she started to shimmer and faded slowly away, smiling at me, her teeth sparkling white. I woke up then to find myself in the car, two days later, on the way to Wake Lee, a boarding school in Canada. CANADA! I have to go now to make it from the hotel to Wake Lee before dark.

I slammed my black with silver scrawl diary that my mother had given me on my birthday. What a wonder first entry. I picked it up and plopped it into my black lace trimmed, black with silver scrawl in some ancient language backpack my mom gave me to match the diary. Something was out of place but I put it aside for later, I had more pressing issues to deal with. I threw the bag over my shoulder and leapt out of the bathroom right into my sick-looking mother. My mother, Sol, was nothing like me. Complete opposites, I took after my grandmother. My mom was always tan with black hair and sunny day sky blue eyes. While I had pale, creamy ivory skin with silver-flecked black, bottomless eyes and snow white hair. We resembled our names, my mother sunny Sol and me dark moon Luna. Even our personalities were different. My mom came into a room and everything seemed to glow in radiance around her. I, on the other hand, made everything sparkle in a twilight effect.

"Ready for school, Lun?" mom said, a little voice crack when she said my childhood name. She grabbed my arm and steadied me, resting an arm on my shoulder to reassure me but what is reassurance when you don't know why you're being reassured? I grabbed her hand and squeezed it the way we always said we loved each other when I was younger. I maybe 15 now but I still loved my mom. The hand squeezing started when I was 12, my mom tried to reassure me everything was going to be okay but I was the one really reassuring.

"Let's go!" I said trying to sound happy, only though to sound flat and cranky against my will. My voice never listened to me. Mom gave me a sideways glance and pulled her out the main door of their room, down a spiral staircase to a lobby. Check out was fast and before I knew it my mom was dragging me into a car filled with all my possessions my mom could stuff in next to us. The sun shone brightly making my eyes hurt so I had to close them. I didn't get a chance to look at the car. The inside was black leather with tinted windows all around. I could see fine in here. Just before we pulled out my mom handed me a small black leather bag with the same silver scrawl as my backpack and diary.

"Don't open that till you get into your dorm," she whispered into my ear, then she smiled and set off driving.

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The hour car ride passed in uncountable minutes. We were almost there when the headache started. It felt no where but everywhere at once. I tried to soothe my mind but it didn't help. I tried to explain to my mom but she said it was "just" nervous. Finally, about ten minutes passed and we got to the school. It was just and ivy trimmed gate with brownstone bricks running endless lines on either side. The wall was too tall to see over and the sun shone through the gate, brighter than before, making me temporally blind and added to my headache. Hands gripped my shoulders and I smelt my mother before I heard her while she guided me down the winding path I couldn't see due to the sun. Her soothing words broke through my headache.

"It'll be alright, Luna. Everything will be alright," She kept chanting slowly almost to herself I thought it might not be meant for me. I wanted to reassure her that it was already alright but the sun seemed to stripe the words right from my mouth. All that came out was a mumbled uh-huh. My mom guided me down the path while I kept my eyes shut all the way. When we reached the building my mom let go and disappeared, I couldn't find her anywhere. I opened my eyes to be in the shade in front of a building that said

Wake Lee Preparatory Admissions and Main Office

This must be where my mom went. I walked the shaded steps and enter the frosted glass front French doors. The doors lead to a large front room with at least 5 doors on each wall. All but one had the lights off so I went right to the one with the lights on. When I got closer I could hear two people talking. It was a woman and a man. The woman sounded like my mother so I Put my ear to the door and listened.

"Did you tell her why she was brought here?" the man said.

"NO!" my mom practically yelled, "She doesn't believe in that stuff, she thinks it's a legend, how could I tell her? She would never come and then she would die! How?"

"Okay, calm down. I'll have my best student show her around and try to explain to her how she is special in ways no one understands," The man whom I assume is the principal said.

"Okay, let me get her from –"My mom started saying.

But the guy cut in. "No! I'll send Paul to get her, hold on, and let me get my phone out."

I knew I shouldn't be here when Paul got here so I ran outside. I sat down next to a tree and looked at the building, studying it. It was fairly large and castle like. It was made of the same brownstone as the walls outside the campus. I stood up to get a better look when I saw a black blob shaped like a person come towards the building. I quickly sat back down and stared at the floor. I started to hear footsteps getting closer. I knew I shouldn't but I had to look up at him. He was gorgeous. Like Greek god gorgeous. He had dark black hair that came up to his perfectly groomed looking eyebrows. His bright green eye popped against his pale ivory skin and his lips screamed kiss me. He was wearing a tight ivory long sleeve shirt and dark blue jeans fit perfectly to his frame. He was lanky with wiry muscles. He saw me looking at him, probably with a dumbfounded look, and smile a crooked smile that made me lose all thought. He had a boyish look to him. He started to turn towards me, walking directly to me. Oh MY GOD! He's coming over here! I quickly looked down at my tattered black converse, my favorite shoes. I wish I were some of my new clothes, I hate this. I look horrible. When He reached me all I could do was stare at his shoes and pretend I didn't notice him.

"Excuse me, Are you Luna?" he asked.

I nodded, I couldn't find my voice.

"Come with me," He said flatly.

I looked up at him; I saw his green eyes go wide. It was the same with every guy I know. They see me and fall in love with my looks. So I tilted my head down and said, "Let's go."

He lead me around the building, I was following his shoes, making sure not to look up at him again. We walked for five minutes in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, though. It was peaceful. The grass was green and the sidewalk was the same brownstone as the buildings but that all I could see. I didn't dare look up at this guy named Paul. I saw his feet stop too late a slammed into him, oops. He turned around to steady me.

"I'm Paul, by the way. And this," he made a sweeping gesture as I looked up at the brownstone building in front of us, "is the girls' dorm." Then he spun me around to look at an identical brownstone building and announced that was the guys' dorm. We started walking again, into the building. He led me up the stairs and into a crammed kitchenette-looking room, which span into a small living room and stairs off to the right. He led me silently up the stairs and to a room with the numbers 203 written on a white board in what looked like permanent marker.

"This is your room, you don't have a roommate. But you should get one soon enough. Your bags will be brought to you along with a schedule. Breakfast will be served at 8 o'clock in the Dining Hall, which is down the path a little further. It is a tall building with a pentagon above the door. It's hard to miss." He opened the door for me and handed me the key. He gave me one last look over and quickly walked out of the room. I didn't even get a chance to ask him what he meant by breakfast being at 8, because I knew for a fact it was 6 at night and not 6 in the morning. Doesn't he mean dinner? As I ponder this and how cute that guy was, I walked around the room. There were two of everything, two desks, two closets, two beds, and even two bathrooms. I walked to the bathroom and splashed my face with water to make sure I wasn't dreaming this place up. After a half an hour of looking at everything in the room, my bag came in with my mom behind the bag carrier. He quickly dropped the bags on the floor and left the room.

"Oh, honey, isn't such a nice place? You're going to love it here. I can tell." My mom was saying as she swept me up into her arms and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back and silent tear escaping because I knew I wouldn't see my mother for a long time. We stood there for uncountable minutes, silent tears running down our cheeks as we shakily laughed at ourselves for crying. She looked at her watched and then looked at my face before quickly lowering her head to look at the floor.

"Luna, honey, I must leave now, visiting hours are almost done. The principal will be up after your meal to explain everything and give you your schedule. Oh! Before I forget, I got you this," she pulled a bag out from behind her back, "It's a little going away gift for this day. I knew it was coming sooner or later. I was told it was a good idea. You'll have everything to get it to work." Then she hugged me once more and slipped out the door still crying. I twirled the bag around and decided I would open it later. I started to unpacked everything and chose my bed. I pick the bed closest to the window. I was putting my clothes in the closet when there was a knock on my door. I quickly put my stuff down and opened the door. It was a small blond girl about my age. She was wearing jeans and a white and green striped polo. She quickly walked in.

"Hi, I'm Lexie. Short for well Lexie," She laughed and held out her hand. I grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Hey, I'm Luna. How can I help you?" I said while she made herself comfortable on my chair.

"More like how I can help you," she replied, added a devilish grin to her face and chuckled quietly.