Luna groaned as her mother called for her to wake up from her locked bedroom door. The light hit Luna in the eyes as she opened at them and looked out her bedroom window. It was snowing like a shook up snow globe. Groaning again and launching her pillow at the door, quieting her Kia instantly. "I'm up! I'm up!" she yelled, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She was still getting use to being up all day and asleep all night. After 6months of staying with Eric and only being up long enough in the day to go to school, then up all night had turned its affect on the 17 year old. So was getting back on a human schedule, the first 3days she woke with a thundering headache. But now as the end of her last week approached she had grown use to it again. She hadn't spoken to Eric in anyway in the days they've been apart since the incident. He had tried texting and emailing her several times, but Luna just deleted them and went on with her life. She had dropped out of the Exchange program, so she didn't have to return to Shreveport. When her parents and everyone else asked her why she simply told them that coming back to Sweden for the break had made her miss home more than she thought she would and couldn't bare leaving again. They left her at her word. Ash, Sid, Henrik and Jace were ecstatic to hear that she wasn't leaving again and that she'd be returning to school with them after the break. But Luna was having a hard time being around Jace, knowing that he'd found out about her and Eric and couldn't remember because of what Eric did to him. It made their relationship a bit strained.

"Why have you been acting weird around me, Luna?" Jace asked as they walked to their second week of school back from their break.

"What do you mean?" Luna asked, pulling on her gloves.

"We haven't hung out but twice since you got back to Stock. You barely answer any more calls, texts or IMs. When we are together you hardly talk or look at me. What's going on with you?" Jace demanded.

"Nothing, Jace. I just got back from another fucking country where I spent almost a year, I'm getting back into the swing of things back here. I don't mean to be acting weird." She said, grabbing his arm as she slipped on a patch of ice. "I'm sorry if I have been." she told him looking him in the eyes, sincerely.

Jace sighed, "It's alright." he said as they continued onto school.

Getting to school just as the bell rang, Luna and Jace, along with a couple of other kids ran to their first class before the principle caught them and served them with detention for being tardy. The pair slid into their desks as the warning bell sounded marking the official start to the school day. Luna slumped back into her seat as the teacher started to write down the day's agenda and homework assignment. If there was one thing she had learned about American and Swedish schools is that they both were boring ass hell from the minute they started to the moment they ended, the teachers seem to be grown from the same fucking plant just with different languages and principles are from the deepest pit of hell. She leaned the last bit as Principle Rosenberg, who didn't smell like roses, more like dirty and cheap knock off cologne sprayed on a never bathed wet dog and wasn't built like a mountain either. He was built like a overfull diaper in itchy looking three piece wool suit and scuffed up gross brown dress shoes that needed to be shined and dusted. He was the new principle of the school. The one that was there before Luna left, left on retirement, Mr. Molander was the coolest principle the world. He could bring down the law when he needed to, but he always did it in a very respectful and cool manner. Principle Rosenberg or the Dragon as Luna had learned the kids in the school were calling him, was indeed a Dragon, even though that was an unfair insult to Dragons. Rosenberg would nail you with detention or In school suspension for looking at his ugliness the wrong way. So it wasn't Timo's fault that he happen to be challenged to stick 4 extra sour warheads in his mouth, just to make a face as Principle Rosenberg came around the corner to see it.

"Mr. Bensson." Rosenberg barked at Timo, crooking his index finger at him to come over. "Over here please."

Timo looked at his group of friends, Luna included, before walking over to him, the war heads still in his mouth. "Yes, thir?" Timo mumbled around the candies.

"Whatever you have in your mouth spit them out this instant." Rosenberg snapped, his face bright with anger. "Now!" he ordered. Timo instantly spit them out of his mouth and life went into slow-mo for everyone in the hallway as the war heads flow out of Timo's mouth, tumbling into the air and hitting Rosenberg in his pudgy chest. The candies rolled down his white shirt, staining it and falling to the ground at their feet. Life resumed at its normal pace after they settled on floor.

"Oh shit." Henrik whispered from the group.

Rosenberg looked down at his ruined white dress shirt, his face was purple now and the group along with several other students were finding it incredibly hard to hold in their laughter. They were all red faced and biting their lips trying to control themselves.

"Mr. Bensson, it's 3 days detention for you and your childish escapade. Plus a week of ISS for disrespect of a school official." Rosenberg fumed. "Now take your friends and get to class. That goes for the rest of you." he seethed.

The hall came to life, slamming lockers closed and scurrying off to classes. Ash grabbed Timo as they went by him and Rosenberg on their way to 4th period.

"He is a dragon." Luna said to Jace as they went by him.

"Ms. Corvinus." Rosenberg's voice stopped her.

"Fuck." Luna snapped to herself.

The hall was cleared by the time Luna turned to the principle. "Yes, Mr. Rosenberg?" she called, annoyed.

"Is that how you talked to your principle in the U.S?" Rosenberg asked, crossing his flabby arms.

"No, it's not. The principle in Huntington High was smart enough to know that his students didn't make a sour face at him because the student had 4 sour war heads in his mouth and it wasn't directed at him. He also wasn't a wannabe, unsuccessful drill Sergeant that decided since he wouldn't make in the military he'd take out his fairy-ish anger out on his students as a high school principle." Luna retorted, calm faced.

"You're highly insubordinate." Rosenberg growled stepping closer to Luna.

"No, I'm not." Luna replied. "I'm just not afraid of Dragons like you. There's nothing to be scared about, your just a small little man that thinks he can be king of the school cause his high school life was hell and thinks that years later can take it out on kids that weren't even alive yet. So, if you excuse me and even if you don't, I'm going to class." she said, turning to go down to the hall to Chemistry.

Rosenberg grabbed the handle of Luna's backpack to pull her to a stop, but Luna turned around in time to catch him off guard and shove him into the lockers with such force that a couple of the doors on the lockers he hit dented. Luna stood there in utter shock as Rosenberg slid down the lockers and slumped unconscious as a couple of teachers and students came out of classrooms to see what the commotion was.

"Luna, what did you do?" one of the teachers asked.

"He tried to touch me, so I shoved him away. I don't know how all that happened." she told the teacher starting to shake. "Is he okay?" she asked as another teacher checked on the Principle.

"He's unconscious at the moment." he said, checking Rosenberg's pulse. "His heart beat and breathing are fine."

"Luna, why don't you come to the office and sit down with me as we call your parents." the first teacher suggested, trying to put her arm around Luna's shoulder. But Luna took off, running down the hall, out of the front doors of the school and into the snowy streets. Luna ran and sometimes slipped down the street running to one place, where someone could explain to her what she'd just down and how, to the only Vampire hotel in Stockholm.