Yes! I knew good people were in this world!

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Chapter 1 - My Flaws.

"Luna!" My uncle yells, unaware of my present state of sleeping. Or shall I say more-enough aware? Yeah...

"Luna Rose Soto. My name contains twelve letters of which make up my name. I'm five foot three. I weigh 127 pounds and go to High School." I shout back.

My uncle Ricardo, of whom I was just yelling my status of being to was once apart of the Armed forces in the U.S.A, the poor man doesn't let it go. I haven't really asked him what department of sort he belonged to, nor do I really care. All I know is that I have to do this every single morning. He says it's good for the mind and self-esteem to keep on knowing these things. I just glare at him on most days, slowly crunching on Cookie Crisp. I don't get his irrational behavior in the morning but I've learned to live with it- It's better to just let it be than fight him. I've learned the hard way. It's totally not worth it.

"Well- Hello, Lu-naaa!" My uncle Germy says in his impersination of Donald Duck.

"You're such a nerd, Germy!" I laugh while he comes over and tickles me. I look as tickleing as another form of rape. Where he touches you and you have no choice but to burst into a fit of giggles. My Uncle 'Germy' is a funny jokester type. We all called him Germ-y when we were kids because he always used to play with us and go everywhere. My dad always used to call him such a Germy adult. So from then on we settled on an impersonation of my dad, calling him a Germy adult. But then he would retaliate with a clever remark of his own slowly making us burst out laughing again. His real name was Jeremy but, no one needed that old name did they?

"Ricardo! Look at this mess you've made!" My dad shouts at him, searching frantically in his cleaning closet for something to clean the kitchen with. "I need more Clorox whipes thanks to you!" He screeches.

My dad was more like a mother in a way. He always was keeping the kitchen squeaky clean and making us school lunches. But I kind of liked it. He was always the one who said I can do whatever I want when I grow up, and how I should never settle to be with a guy if all they think is I'm good for housework. Amen to that.

"Dad, it's not that bad." I say, milk dripping off of my lip.

"Yes it is! Do you see this? Dishes to the roof! I live with pigs!" He pointed horrifically at the dishes while searching for a swiffer. "I mean, all I do is clean clean clean! You'd think that by now I'd be used to it, when really I feel like a slave in my own home!"

"Woah there, Zack... You sounded like you were on your period for a second there." My uncle Ricardo smirked; a laugh threatening to escape his lips.

"So, Luna... what's up? How do you feel this lovely morning?" Germy asked, taking out a whoopie cushion and putting it on the seat where my uncle Ricardo usually sat.

"What were you talking about yesterday Luna?" My uncle Ricardo asked, smiling like crazy.

"Nothing." I quickly squirm to get out of there before one of my brothers barge in.

"Was it Swagger?" He asked.

"Please, no-Ric." I turn red, I knew exactly what he was about to say.

"That little boy was walking with 'swagger' if I remember right?" Ric asks me.

"I said nothing of swagger." I glare.

"Yes, that little boy that you went on a date last night. What was his name? Richit? Royaldo? R-"

" Riff." I growl. I didn't kiss him or anything, I still haven't experianced kissing yet. As pathetic as it sounds. Heck, my best friend Abigail already experianced sex. It actually made me mad that I didn't have my first kiss yet. Was I that disgusting to look at? I mean sure, I was a little chuncky in my middle area. And I did have a fat ass- I'm not lying here. Now to think about it, maybe I am just a fat person. I mean sure I wasn't the average Hollywood illusion of perfect type of girl. You know the type- Platinum blonde, size zero, cakes on the make up type? And not to mention, I wasn't filthy rich as some of my peers were. My uncle and my dad all worked good paying jobs but they were convinced that if I wanted it really bad, I'd have to do the dirty work around my house for money. You know the things no one wants to do... Scrub the toilet... I bet you those girls never cleaned a toilet. Probably the thought never came to mind.

At that point I stormed out, followed by my jerk of an uncle saying,

"Come on, Lu! You know I didn't mean it that way!"

I was over all of this. I ran up the stairs to my room, It was a box shape. I had a Gandhi quote streached around the four walls saying,

'Be the change you wish to see in the world.'

But as I am, I ignored the beautiful quote and picked out some cloths. I headed straight for the bathroom-If I didn't soon who knew how long it would take my brother Ryan to 'gel-up' his hair. He was such a girl sometimes.

As the hot water hit my hair I reflected on what happened yesterday night. My date, the ever so lovely Riff picked me up at eight. He was so cute, with his chocolate brown eyes and sandy blonde hair. He was the ultimate beach bum, I guess that's why I fell for him. Us being so alike, He was from California and I was from Cocoa Beach, Florida. It was like we were made for each other, beach bums together-forever. I know it sounds really girlish, but everygirl has a dream of some really handsome guy coming in and sweeping her off her feet then living happily ever after, right?

He kept smiling as I was telling him about my family. It felt comfortable. Then we went to seeSucker Punch. I loved how he didn't take me to some chick flick and go for an easy way for him to kiss me. And not to mention I loved the violence. I was basically stuffing my face with popcorn and telling the villain to swipe the dude's head off. Which now to think back on it was pretty un-ladylike of me. Then after the movie when he pulled the car up to the driveway; he was just about to lean in and give me my first kiss. My heart was skipping and I might have been hyperventilating. I was so ready for it, but one thing I wasn't ready for was my uncle Ricardo to get his bullhorn out and yell at me to get out of the car. Fuck. My. Life.

So, from then I have glared at my lovely uncle since.

I quickly change into my yoga pants then a blue Victoria's Secret hoodie. I completed this with my knock-off Ugg boots. I quickly put on some eyeliner and mascara then chapstick.

"Geez, Lu! Could you hurry up?" My brother Justin yelled. He was just mad that he wasn't first in the shower.

"I'm almost done, don't get your panties in a bunch!" I sighed. I sprayed a little strawberry melon perfume into the air then walked through it. "There." I smirk.

Justin walked through and had a coughing fit. "What the hell? Did you pollute this with toxic fumes or something?"

I ignored this and walked down the stairs into the living room to sit down before they all got down here. I have six brothers and three sisters. Yup, my parents were not afraid of populating this Earth one bit. The oldest, Mark was nineteen years old and was already in college up in Washington. Personally I think it's just to be with his little go-lucky girlfriend. The youngest, Aqua was eight.

I stumbled into the kitchen to get a grape flavored Propel, only to find Aqua laughing with Germy about Ric sitting on the whoopie cushion. I let out a laugh too.

"Hey, Lu?" Germy smiled.

"Yeah?"

"Could you take Aqua to her school? There's still so much to pack up for the move. You can take my car if you want, just get it back in one piece by the end of the day will you?" Germy begged.

"Sure." I grabbed the car keys hovering over his head and had Aqua running towards the back door.

"You know I was kidding about that kid, didn't you?" Ric asks.

"Yeah." I sigh, letting it go.

"You're my girl!" He smiled, leading into one of our catch phrases of my life.

"And you're my gentleman." I reply with a curtsy. We both laughed. I ended up getting the hick-ups. So I got a mouth full of the Propel and downed it in one gulp. Hick-ups cured.

"I can't believe you're moving!" Abigail screamed as she ran towards the car in the High School Parking lot.

"Don't remind me." I groaned, walking through the parking lot only to meet a few questioning looks heading in my direction.

"But come on, I'm going to be losing my best friend in the whole wide world!" She huffed.

Abigail was a unique person. She usually wore all black- that included the acessories and pitch black lip stick. And her red hair stunningly pretty. That was when it wasn't under a black hat.

We were about the only two weird-o's in High School but that was fine by me. We got each other, and that was more than I could ask for.

"I'm not abandoning you by choice, Abi."

"You might as well be!" She pouted. She was always great at making me feel guilty.

"It's only to Washington."

"Yeah, no big deal just it's on the other side of the country! This isn't like moving to different districts, this is BIG, Luna! Why can't you see that?" She said flinging her fist in the air as a silent protest.

"I might be able to see if your giant hands aren't in my face."

"Thanks for the self-esteem boost, Lu."

"What are best friends for?" I smile.

"I'll only be able to see you if a miracle happens and Santa is EXTRA generous this year, Lu. Do you feel my pain?" She frowned. I'd be moving to La Push, a small reservation next to an even smaller town-Forks. If only's floundered around my mind. If only my dad didn't get that job as a lawyer for a firm there. I was only seventeen so it's not like I could protest where we would go... I just kinda had to oblige.

"Sorry."

"But we'll Skype and E-mail and Facebook and you'll use Twitter every five minutes , right?" She looked hopefully into my eyes. I could barely hold back my tears, I'd miss Abi that's for sure. My crazy best friend who always thought that going Goth was a pacifistic way of protesting the Hollywood illusion of girls everywhere. And that we are more than just a toy. I loved this about her. That, and the fact every Friday we took it upon ourselves to drive around Wal-Mart at one o'clock in the morning on her dad's pickup truck in the back screaming at the top of our lungs just for the heck of it. Then we would get stares and people saying, 'It's just because their young'. When really, it was just because it was Luna and Abigail. The two girls that blood-promised on taking over this town and fighting evil. I guess there's only one super hero now.

I'd miss my Best Friend.

This plot just wouldn't get out of my head so, I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter! I plan on being good and updating as often as I can. I've been having major writers block with my other stories and my computer wouldn't let me update my other story so I hope it lets me upload this chapter. I'm making it my New Year's resolution to update more often...

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