The Moon Kingdom

Thousands of years ago, a beautiful kingdom on the Moon flourished with love and beauty. The Moon kingdom had the most powerful business exchanges within other galaxies in the universe. During this peaceful time, the royals, King Obsidian and Queen Serenity hosted annual parties, but this one announced the peace of the ongoing dispute of warships in the planet Rubina. Little did they know, their daughter, now six years old, was not too fond of these parties.

The little princess cried, "I'm not going! They are rude, and hate cake, and I love cake, and all of them make fun of my hair."

The Queen hushed her daughter, "The same thing happened to me when I was a little girl. You can do this, believe in yourself, and ignore them. You're a princess, act like one."

The little girl scoffed at her mother. Her mother was always so dainty and elegant. Not once did she ever stuff her face with chocolate cake. The little princess watched in awe as her mother and father walked down the entrance into the ball room. She heard people cheering as they shared a kiss.

"When I grow up, I'm going to have a Prince that will buy me all the cakes in the world." she whispered and hugged her little bunny. "At least I have you, Clyde. I love you."

Suddenly an annoying voice came from the door. "Why do you love a stuff animal. I didn't know the princess was a weirdo."

She flushed, now embarrassed,"Why is a door talking to me?!" She threw her bunny at the door, "Bunny power ignite!" but nothing seemed to happen. The voice came back, but instead of scolding, it was laughing and hiccuping at the same time. The little princess pushed the curtains back and was shocked to see a masked boy on the ground holding his stomach. "Why are you laughing? It's not funny!" she stomped on his toe, so hard that he squealed, "What do you think your doing! This tuxedo is expensive, my dad is not made of money like your family." The girl looked at the boy in the black tuxedo, and a tear ran down her face. She didn't mean to be so rude, and her father would be so disappointed. The boy stopped yelling.

"I'm sorry. Please don't cry, Princess." But before the boy could console her, he was cut off by the speakers.

"Now announcing, Princess Serenity, daughter of the Moon."

Serena composed herself well, and ran out the door. No one knew she was crying, and neither did they ask. Serena didn't have many friends. Her mother tried sending her off to other planets, but Serena was too klutzy for them to even like her, well except the kitchen staff where they made her food whenever she wanted. Serena didn't mind that much though, she was happy with Clyde, and that's all she needed.

The whole night she was bothered by the encounter with the masked boy. "I didn't even catch his name." Serena wondered what his name could be, "David? No he doesn't look like a David, he looks more like a Bob." she giggled then was interrupted by her stomach. "I'm hungry Clyde, let's eat!" Little Serena hurried to the dessert table, ate the last piece of chocolate cake, but soon realized there was no strawberry tarts that she was hoping for.

"AWWW THERES NO STRAWBERRY TARTS!?" Serena decided that she could try to enjoy the music, but she was so bored. "School would have been better then this."

The girl found herself alone on the balcony of the second floor. Serena and her bunny starred at the moon, enjoying the blue and green textures of the mysterious Earth. Little did she know, she wasn't the only one watching the beautiful site.

"Miss?"

Serena huffed, "What now?!"

She turned her head and her little moon tails moved with her, she noticed that the same boy in the tuxedo was holding one of those little strawberry tarts that she wanted, ever so badly.

The boy's hat shaded his eyes, "I'm very sorry for making you cry, so I saved this for you."

Serena's eyes sparkled in delight. She didn't thank him, but instead ate it in one swift movement. The boy giggled, and pat her head "You're welcome, meatball head."

"My name is not meatball head, it's princesses serenity!" huffed the girl.

"I still like meatball head better."

"Shut up, Bob."

"Bob? Who's Bob?" the boy scratched his head,

"You."

"Me? I'm not Bob."

"Well your name is Bob, cause I don't know your name."

"I'm -" the boy was cut off when a older man took his hand. "What are you doing here, you're suppose to be working."

"Sorry Dad, I'm just a kid."

"No excuses, eight is a perfect age to start knowing the family trade. If I hear this from you again, you'll be grounded for a month. Get back to work."

The boy was rushed away.

"Bye, Bob!"
Little did she know, the masked boy dreamt of her that night.