Oh No...

"All around the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel, the monkey stopped to put on his sock, POP! goes the weasel. hahaha." A medium sized 13 year old girl, with orange hair and deep green eyes was singing pop goes the weasel in the courtyard of her elementary school. Her two friends came up to her,"Hey, Luna. What are you singing?" Asked a girl with raven black hair. "Oh hey Seira, I'm just sing pop goes the weasel." A taller boy with chocolate brown hair and eyes said. "Come on, sing it for us Luna!" "Oh, fine Bret. But only this once." She smiles, and starts to sing. Her voice is deep and melodic. When she is finished she looks up and smiles. Her two friends were staring at her intently. "Uh.. earth to dumbasses." She says kind heartedly. she walks to her freinds and they go to class.

-le time skip of epicness-

"Good god today was chaos. I effing hate school. The only good thing about it is my friends." Luna thought to herself as she walked into her room. It looked normal enough. White walls, a Walking Dead poster here and there. An ebony colored bed sat in the corner of her room. She herself seemed normal enough, too. She had ginger hair, no freckles, and deep hunter green eyes. That was the outside. On the inside however she was most definately not normal. Behind the bright and convincing smile, she was a very dark person. Along with country music, she listened to bands like Hollywood Undead, Three Days Grace, and Get Scared. She loved the colors, purple, black, and gold. But the thing she loved most was Creepypasta. Everyday she would read the stories. Her favorites were, Clockwork, Ticci Toby, and Slenderman. She wasn't scared of them though. She could understand them. Hell, she even respected a few of them, and others she admired. Although she loved it, she was most definately not a fangirl. She didnt think Jeff the Killer was all out sexy. She just saw him as a guyfriend she would hang out with if she had the chance. She sighed and jumped on her bed. She closed her eyes. "1, 2, 3!" And the moment she hit three, a small boy with brown hair and blue eyes burst in to her room. "LUNA! Your home!" He yelled. "OOMF!" Luna gasped, as he ran into her."Easy there, Reese." She laughed, and hugged him. Reese was Luna's little brother. He was the person Luna loved dearest. In a month he was going to turn 4."Guess what?" he asked. "What, little guy?" She replied."I made a new friend today!" he yelled joyfully. "What's his name?" Luna asked."He told me to call him L.J." 'that name sounds familiar...' she thought to herself. "What does he look like?" she questioned the young boy cautiously. "He's dressed in black and white, and he's a clown". Luna's mind raced 'no.. it cant be... it cant be him...'