Chapter One:
"SUNSHINE! WAKE UP ITS TIME FOR SCHOOL!" my mother bellowed from the kitchen downstairs.
"Ugh…. I'M UP!" I groaned opening my tiered eyes and slowly rising up from my comfortable bed.
Now I know what your thinking, why in the world would a mother name her child Sunshine? And to be honest, I'm not exactly sure why either, though I assume it has something to do with me dirty blonde hair.
Finally mustering up enough energy to move off of my bed, I stood and began to pick out my outfit for today.
One thing you need to understand about me, is that my personality is the complete opposite of what my name implies. Most people after hearing my name expect me to be this sweet, innocent and happy girl with a bubbly personality who only wears the brightest of colors, but in reality they are dead wrong.
I'm the sarcastic, introverted type whose love for Doctor Who, Sherlock Holmes, and Creepypasta is only surpassed by my love of art. Often I'm also mistaken for the Emo or Gothic type of girl due to my wardrobe choices, which mainly consist of black, white, and purple.
Finally, I finished picking my outfit out and changed. I looked myself over in the mirror once I finished. Purple scarf, a black tee, white skinny jeans, and knee high purple converse…. Perfect.
After rushing through my breakfast and briskly brushing my teeth and hair, I grabbed my TARDIS messenger bag and ran out the door.
Here we go… I thought as I began the twenty-minute stroll to school.
When I entered the school's courtyard I noticed everybody was a bit on-edge, and as I walked I kept hearing the same name in various unrelated conversations.
"Jeff"
Who's Jeff? Is he a student? Did somebody die? Well, if they were being as moronic as most kids here I wouldn't be supri-
"HEY MOONLIGHT!" somebody behind me yelled pulling me out of my thoughts.
As I turned around I felt myself being tackled in a warm embrace. Lilac.
"Moonlight, did you hear about what happened!? There was a murder! One of the football players was MURDERED last night! She said incredulously.
My friend Lilac had always been an eccentric one, as well as hyper. She was a staggering 5ft 8, and towered over my petite 5ft 3 frame. Her hair today was jet black with neon purple tips that just barley reached her shoulders, and she was wearing a Sherlocked shirt with black skinny jeans. She was my very first friend because she wasn't put off by insanity and nerdy/gothic exterior, and even gave me the nickname "Moonlight" because she said it fit my personality better.
"A murder? Here? Are you sure….?" I enquired.
"Yeah! Can you Believe it! That total jerk Daren was found on the football field this morning completely gutted! Isn't that crazy!" she said.
I gave her a puzzled look; why did this all sound so familiar? I could have sworn I had heard of a similar story before, but where?
Before I could question her further the bell rang, and I ran to my studio art class.