The warm sunlight of the summer day flooded through my open window. The breeze flowed in wrapping itself around everything in the room. There was a subtle smell of flowers that seemed to always fill the room. My sketch pad and colored pencils lay scattered across the old wooden floor. The radio was buzzing with music, one song I recognized as "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles, my favorite song. My curly golden blonde hair was wrapped up with a pink elastic band and a white flower was tucked behind my ear.

After running out of ideas for drawings, I had gone to listening to the radio while flipping through a magazine. The colorful pictures of new make-up tips and new clothing trends filled the pages as the sweet smell of perfume was emitted from samples tucked in the pages. I was leaning against my white day bed that was on the same wall as the open window. My window seat was cluttered with old school textbooks, sketch pads, and endless boxes of Crayola crayons. The shear fabric of my window curtain was blown in by the breeze casting the homeless crayons askew on the floor.

As the song ended, I heard a soft thud on my white wooden door. The golden handle twisted and in walked my father. I closed the magazine and smiled up at him.

My father had really bright green eyes and dark brown hair. He wasn't old really, he was about forty. That's not that old, right?

"Good morning!" I said in a cheerful voice.

My father had always been a late riser, but with me always getting up early, I usually woke him up with the music that came from my radio.

"Good morning, Luna!" He yawned as he came into the room farther. "I just wanted to tell you that I've made breakfast, and if you want some food, it's hot."

I smiled up at him.

"Okay."

We ate pancakes, and eggs, but no bacon. We were both vegetarians. I've never eaten anything from an animal and I never will. I've been taught to appreciate nature and not to destroy it like most people in this world do. That's why my father and I had started a small garden in our backyard when I was five. Through the years, it's grown pretty big in size, and now we had all sorts of flowers and fruits and vegetables growing there.

I knew everything there was to no about gardening from my dad. I guess you could call that our bonding time, even though I did most of the planting and watering. My dad said I had a gift for it; that I could grow a hundred flowers wherever I wanted, whenever I wanted. When he said that, we both burst into a fit of giggles and he hugged me close to his chest.

He called me his "pomegranate." I used to refuse, saying that I didn't like pomegranates, that there were too many seeds, and they tasted bad. I guess we have a more then a couple of inside jokes. But that's just our relationship, I guess. He was my only parent and the only person I could look up to in life. My father said that when I was born, my mother left. But he never said anything bad about her, that she had "good intentions" and that I looked just like her.

After our breakfast, I had to leave for school. Even if it already felt like summer, it still wasn't. Today was the last day of school. The last day of middle school actually. I grabbed my bamboo fabric messenger bag with "Save the Earth!" and "Be Eco-Friendly!" buttons on it and rushed out the door.

As I came running out of the door, the yellow school bus came to a stop in front of my driveway. I waved "goodbye" to my father and climbed up the dirty bus steps. I saw the first seat that was open and threw but backpack down. I scooted over to the window and turned on my iPod Touch. I hit the "Shuffle" button and "Once Sweet Love" by Sara Bareilles started to play. I chuckled to myself. Wow, this is the second song by her I've heard today.

The bus came to a stop again and in walked my best friend, Percy. Percy was the nicest guy at my school, and the only one who actually talked to me. We had all of the same classes, which probably happened because we both have dyslexia and helped each other with homework. He had bright sea green eyes and dark brown almost black hair. He smiled as he saw me and sat down next to me.

"Hey, Luna! What's up?"

"Nothing much, Percy, as always."

We both laughed. That's how all of our conversations start.

"So," said Percy. "Last day of summer, huh? What are you gonna do?"

I thought about that. I didn't really have anything planned.

"Nothing, I guess."

"Awww..." He smiled as he put his arms behind his head. "I'm sure you'll find something to do."

I smiled at him. Percy always seemed to know a way to cheer me up.

"Would you want to come with me to a camp, Luna?" Asked Percy as he sat back up straight again.

"Hmmm… What kind of camp?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, it's really super cool! There's rock climbing, and horse stables, and kayaking, and…" He paused for effect. "Gardening!"

He knew my weak spot oh-to well.

I laughed at him and punched him in the arm.

"Oww!" He faked a dying cry.

We both started laughing as the bus came to a stop in front of our school.

It was a fairly new school. It opened about four years ago and had white walls and blue railings around the second story. All of the kids piled out of the bus as we came out last.

"See yah this afternoon, guys!" Said the bus driver.

He had dark blue eyes and dark blonde hair. He was pretty young, about my dad's age, and super cool. He always lets us eat on the bus and listen to our iPods. Those are the kind of bus driver's that we kids actually respect.

"Okay!" Percy and I called after him as we hoped off the bus.

Percy was pretty popular I guess. Girls were always following him around and it was kind of creepy. They kept coming up to him, giving him love notes with their phone numbers in them and boxes of candy.

After he had about five boxes and seven love notes, I chimed in.

"Sorry I didn't get you anything, Percy." I laughed.

He laughed too.

We walked down the hallway to our first period class: Latin. As we walked in, all of the other kids were sitting on their desks talking and laughing to each other. Our teacher, Mr. Brunner, was sitting behind his desk writing something in a notebook. He stopped as we walked in and looked up.

"Hello, Percy, Luna!"

"Hello, Mr. Brunner!" We both said as we started to take our seats.

"Percy," said Mr. Brunner. "Can I have a word with you?"

I pointed a finger at Percy and mouthed an "Ooo!" like a four year-old child would do if one of their friends told them to "shut up".

Percy laughed and walked up to his desk. I looked down at my binder that was decorated with pictures of flowers and traced the stems up the page.

I looked up at Percy and Mr. Brunner again.

They were staring at me with wide, worried eyes.