Hello! This is my first ever Fanfic I have had several ideas about stories for a bunch of different communities but this is my first one I am showing! It contains an OC and she will be the main POV but never fear shippers there will be no relationship forming between her and Danny outside of friendship. Well thanks for reading this first ever author's note by me. And now let the FIC begin!
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Prologue:
My mother's gray SUV sped along the road to a new town, a new job and a new home. I used the word home loosely. This place can't be home. Mildly irritated with this realization, I drum my fingers against the armrest of my door. Unsatisfied with the noise, I begin tapping my nails instead of my blunt fingers making the noise louder and more annoying. I detect a frown appearing on my mother's face. Good, she is not as unhappy as me right now but it is a start. My brother seems to be getting irritated as well… I did not want that. I stop the infernal tapping just as my mother begins to rebuke my actions. Her mouth is left ajar from her half-formed thought. She lets out an audible sigh.
She says," I know this isn't what you wanted…"
"Whatever gave it away, I wonder?" I cut her off.
"The pouting and the constant glare on your face are great signs" she teases but changes her tone and continues," But regardless this was the best option"
I steal a glance at my brother, he is not happy with the current conversation. A conversation that's been had far too many times in his opinion. There has been a constant friction between the members of my family since the incident. To get away from the conversation in some way he slips on his head-phones. Since rolling out of a moving car in the middle of nowhere would be a bad idea.
"We could have stayed" I remark knowing this was not at all a viable option but I continue the stream of conversation that's been far too common.
Mom grips the steering wheel harder. I have a great view of her arms and a portion of her face from the back seat on the passenger side. She would have wanted to stay as well and I feel some shame for being so stubborn. Not enough to stop, but enough to make me irritated with myself. Her grip loosens and her white knuckles are suddenly flushed from the blood returning to the surface of her skin.
"Oh?" she intoned condescendingly and continues in saying," Staying is definitely a better option in retrospect…but what would we have done about money; for food? For rent? For medical bills?"
My anger flares at the last question. We have been going through these last few weeks pointedly avoiding this but she brings it up here and now when I can't get away from her infuriating logical reasons for her complete destruction of my life. I want to get away from this. I want to get back to the way things were before.
"Okay, okay! I get it!" I shout and it seems to register on my mom's face.
Now she seems to be regretting her words and diverts her face to the road and to the left, completely obscuring her face's pale skin with her onyx black hair. Two traits that we both share. My brother, Salazar, on the other is is different, he has a golden brown tan and light brown shade in his hair. So much like our father.
In most families the oldest generally sit in the front with the driver but none of us had the same desire for some weeks now.
I need to get away from here. The window separates me from a forest in full spring. There are wild flowers everywhere. There aroma I imagine must be especially sweet if the various insects are any indicator. Tall trees are abundant. Sturdy oaks, thin firs and even a minty pine. I want to be there.
"Can we just drop it now? I want to sleep." I hedge, hoping she is just as tired of this conversation.
Salazar face flashes to an emotion I would dub something akin to having to deal with something annoying when I don't have to. He pulls down his headphones so they hang loosely around his neck. He is facing me now and says," If I have to sit here awake than you have to as well. You don't get to escape from this luminosa if I can't."
Great, he used my whole name he knows I think it sounds like a fluffy useless spell from Harry Potter.
"Shove it Sal, you know I hate my full name"
"I know Lu-mi-no-sa"
Wham! Rubbing his now aching arm that will likely form a bruise into a perfect caption of my fist. He doesn't whine or complain about the abuse he is too much of a macho man for that. But the impact of fist and arm was so loud that...
"Stop fighting back there!" my mom roared looking pointedly at me with the rearview mirror and maintaining some degree of focus on the road but because of the seating in the SUV she can only see me and Salazar sits cool as a cucumber to avoid most of her harsh gaze.. "Sal, you are already senior in high-school, aren't you a little too old to pester your sister like that? And Luna, you are finishing your sophomore year can't you just ignore your brother's words?"
"Aren't you going to say the cliché stop or ill turn this car around?" She won't say it.
"All of us want that. Just stop fighting it doesn't do any of us any good."
"Let me go to sleep and I can." I mutter loud enough for all to hear.
Sal begins to speak against this but mom interrupts," Don't bother. We will be there in a few minutes." We pass by a welcome sign for our new town that has a new home, school, and an unwelcome new life for us. I really wish I could go to sleep right now. But what I wish for the most is that none of the things that caused us to be in this state had just never happened. It won't happen but I can hope. Right?
