The DJ was blasting the music that the glass windows of the gym looked like they were vibrating. There were at least over a hundred kids dancing. The guys swinging their tuxedo jackets above their heads, their ties wrapped around their heads. The girls were jumping up and down in their bare feet. They had ditched their high heels as soon as they had walked through the front door.

"Senior Prom" A middle aged teacher grumbled, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

A much younger teacher standing next to her giggled, "Oh come on Martha, it's not that bad"

Martha glared at the younger teacher. "Yes it is Brook when you are my age, you'll understand"

Brook widened her green eyes. "Okay than"

Slowly Brook walked away from Martha. She kept her eyes open for any students getting too close to one another. She stood near a refreshment table, nearly all the food was gone and it was only ten 'o' clock.

Suddenly a flash of hot pink caught Brook's eye. She looked towards an exit that was about six feet away from her. She saw a young girl in a hot pink dress carrying something. The girl looked around the gym before pushing the door open and vanishing from sight.

None of the students are supposed to leave the gym, Brook thought, hurrying after the student. She pushed open the door and was welcomed by a jet of cold night air. She heard a loud thud and looked to the right and saw the girl standing over a trash can.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Brook yelled.

The girl in the pink dress jumped and spun around. Brook gasped when she recognized the girl. It was her best student, Luna Henshaw. Luna widened her blue eyes and pulled at her white-blond hair.

"Luna, what are you doing out here?" Brook asked.

Luna looked down at her feet. "J-Just g-getting some fresh air"

"Well you could have just walked to the the hallway. You're not allowed outside of the school. Some guy could come out and hurt you"

Luna suddenly glared at Brook. "I've already been hurt"

Brook raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

But Luna just shook her head and walked as fast as she could past Brook and back into the school. As soon as the door closed behind her something started to cry.

Brook froze for a moment and looked at the nearby trashcan.

It sounded like a baby, the crying was muffled from the lid on top of the trashcan. Brook took the lid off and placed it on the ground. She looked into the trashcan and gasped.

"Oh my god"

Among the rotten banana peels and coffee stained napkins was a newborn baby girl.