Chapter Two
The Social Disaster
Ten torturing years had passed since Luna had appeared on Orphan Angel's Orphanage's doorstep. Luna had long, rib-length, flowing caramel blonde hair, hazel eyes that always shine, milky white skin, petite, and skinny. She had a crescent moon shaped scar on the top of her right hand, which she loved mostly about herself. Ms. Spyke hated Luna because she was the smartest and prettiest of the rest of the girls there. Helga absolutely hated Luna, so Luna was treated extra worse.

Helga was still very fat, had shoulder-length dark red hair, dull green eyes, and she was also very short and had short legs. Helga would always break something and blame it on Luna. She also had grown worse about bossing people around and if you were her friend, she didn't really care at all. Helga always got what she wanted and acted like an angel when in public.
Ms. Spyke was also no help at all because Helga was her favorite person out of the whole orphanage.
Luna often tried to ask Ms. Spyke how her parents died and Ms. Spyke would tell her, "They died when your house caught on fire. You got that scar from a serious burn that will never heal, now stop asking me that question or any others!" Sometimes Luna didn't believe this story.

She'd sit on her bed and press her right palm on her forehead and try to remember her past, but all she saw was a flash of green light, a young girl scream, another flash of green light, and she would have a burning pain on her right palm making her trying to stop thinking about it. The light must be from the fire, Luna thought, but why do I hear a young girl scream and my hand burns?
Luna was currently cleaning the kitchen on threatening orders by Ms. Spyke. "LUNA! Have you finished yet?" Asked Ms. Spyke shrilly as she slammed the door open making the dishes rattle. From the kitchen sink stood Luna. Luna's head turned showing a dirty face with shiny hazel eyes, "N-no ma'am, I just have to finish washing the dish- "

"YOU HAVE HAD TWO AND A HALF HOURS! HURRY UP! THAT SOCIAL WORKER WILL BE HERE IN ONE HOUR AND IF THIS ORPHANAGE DOESN'T PASS, IT'LL BE YOUR FAULT!" Ms. Spyke yelled.

"THEN WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS GIVING ME THE HARDEST ROOMS TO CLEAN?!" Luna yelled back," All YOU GAVE HELGA WAS TO DUST THE BLOODY CURTAINS!

"DON'T TALK BACK TO ME, YOUNG LADY!" Ms. Spyke yelled.

Luna had had enough of Ms. Spyke treating her awful. She also has a rebellious spirit in her that shone like fire in her hazel eyes.
Then a strange thing happened, Luna glared at Ms. Spyke and then at the pile of dirty dishes near her and they exploded shattering the sink and Ms. Spyke with bits of glass plates.

Ms. Spyke looked up at Luna with a mixture of fear and rage in her face, "Clean this mess up NOW! Then go and wash up and STAY IN YOUR ROOM!" And by that Ms. Spyke walked out of the room slamming the kitchen door behind her so hard the window above the kitchen sink fell into the sink spraying the kitchen counter and floor under the kitchen sink with soapy dishwater.

"Damn it! I just finished cleaning the windows and now I have to do all of this extra-"

But her words were interrupted when a large, clean looking brown barn owl swooped out of the window and on to a clean spot on the kitchen table. The owl had a letter in its beak and let out a muffled hoot. The owl watched Luna with silent patience and amusement as she cleaned the dishes and wiped up the mess she and Ms. Spyke had made. When she was done cleaning, she grabbed the owl and ran upstairs.
Luna cleaned herself up and set the owl on her bed. The owl looked rather ruffled from being grabbed off-guard and hauled up stairs under the recipient's arm. Luna was just French braiding her hair and finishing it (she loved to put her hair in a loose braid); she was just adding her favorite dark blue ribbon onto the bottom of her hair when she heard the doorbell ring. "The social worker's here!" Luna said surprised already. She took the letter from the owl's beak and watched it hoot softly and proudly as it has completed its mission. Luna opened the window and watched the owl fly out in the sky until it was out of sight. She looked at the letter's address and was even more surprised because having not only how it was mailed, but it was to her. She read the back of the envelope. It was a heavy yellow parchment written in emerald colored ink:
Ms. Luna Bynes
The 11th Room, 2nd Bed
Orphan Angel's Orphanage
Number 37, Rosewood Lane

It was dead right about the address, so it had to be her's. She looked on the front and there was a letter H and around the H was a lion, a raven, a badger, and a snake. She was about to open it when she heard footsteps coming upstairs. She quickly slid the letter under her bed covers, closed the window, and stood in front of her bed. She heard Ms. Spyke's fake polite voice and another voice, a man's voice.

He must have said something funny because Ms. Spyke's high, false laugh could be heard clearer and Luna rolled her eyes. That must be the social worker, she thought. The door opened and Ms. Spyke and a tall, big man with a big mustache walked in. "This is wear the eleven year olds sleep." Ms. Spyke sniffed and then looked at Luna, "Luna, dear, it's time for lunch. Wash your hands and go downstairs," she put on what looked like a very painful smile.

"Why won't we all go and have lunch together, Hannah? She's the only one up here." The social worker suggested.

"What a wonderful idea, Jacob! I just need to talk with the girl. I'll see you there," Ms. Spyke said almost sarcastically, but caught herself just in time.

They stepped outside the room and Ms. Spyke closed the door, "Now listen, if anything wrong happens, anything strange that is noticed, you'll be locked up in the attic and not be let out until it is snowing outside," she whispered dangerously.

"Yeah, like what am I going to do that's so horrible, breathe?" Luna retorted. Ms. Spyke gave her a warning look.

As Luna made herself a turkey sandwich and sat down at the table behind the table where Ms. Spyke and the social worker were sitting. Luna's mind was still on that letter. Was it a plea for help? No, nobody knows me and I have no more family... Was it someone coming to take me away? A million questions came to her mind, especially ones that it might be junk mail, something completely useless, or just a big joke. But why did an owl send it then?

Luna then saw Helga sit in front of the social worker and Ms. Spyke. "Yeah, sucking up to people won't get you anywhere, Helga," she muttered. "Hey, Luna!" It was Maria, Luna's only friend because Maria's life was similar to Luna's, but something neither knew was very different about them. Maria was a tall girl with black hair to her hips, sparkly brown eyes, skinny, and tan skinned.

"Can you believe Helga?" Luna asked.

"And she even has her own room," Maria said jealously.

"Just like a fat slob like that shouldn't have."

"Why won't Ms. Spyke just adopt her?"

"Even Ms. Spyke doesn't want a spoiled brat like that as a daughter, loved or hated."

"Besides, I bet she is too stingy on money, did you see what the discounted things she bought?"

"Of course I did, I was the one who unloaded the groceries."

"Oh." Maria and Luna all of a sudden stopped talking to hear what Ms. Spyke was saying.

"Bad one that girl is" Ms. Spyke nodded toward Luna,

"Can't see what Maria sees in her as a friend."("Maybe because she's my friend, idiot," Maria muttered. Luna giggled.) Helga smirked at Luna and Maria with a sneering look playing along her pug- faced face.

"--Always in trouble, rarely eats and rarely talks, but when she does, her words are always rude, so we give her extra discipline," Ms. Spyke was saying with relish.

"Well, that is a good thing to do. Got a regular troublemaker as a brother myself. Now, Hannah, what about that cake?" the social worker chuckled and asked rubbing his hands together.

"Oh, yes, the cake! I almost forgot!" Ms. Spyke exclaimed. When Ms. Spuke hurriedly went to the kitchen to get the cake they saw the social worker start writing something on the chart.

"Make her fail!" Maria whispered and Luna and Maria laughed.

"But then where would we go?" Luna asked.

"Ah, good question," Maria said, "But I guess any orphanage would be better than here."

"You'd be surprised,"Luna said as Maria giggled. Sometimes Maria could act like a total ditz.

Luna saw Helga's eyes go wide as she saw the three layer cake with light purple and white flowered icing cake Ms. Spyke came out with a few minutes later. She elbowed Maria and nodded at Helga's look and both sniggered and fell into a fit of silent giggles. Luna hoped she would get some as she and Maria made that cake themselves on orders of Ms. Spyke. Ms. Spyke started making slices and gave the social worker, herself, and Helga a big slice while she gave Maria an almost decent piece and Luna a downright very small one.

Maria gave Luna some of hers and Luna thanked her. Ms. Spyke put the cake down in front of Helga and herself as the social worker started talking about what a troublemaker Luna was and how the social worker's brother and himself acted like as a child.

"Always sneaking around and breaking things and then blaming them on me," the social worker said.

"This one does that all the time."

"I always got him back though, parents used to whip us all the time. I've straightened up now, but I believe my brother is still a troublemaker and a practical joker. Not enough serious in 'im."

"Ah, I know what you mean. Those two won't leave poor Helga alone. Child is always being tortured by them, especially Luna. (Helga put on a pitiful face, puppy dog eyes, and sadly nodded at the social worker and Ms. Spyke. When Ms. Spyke looked back at the social worker and him, her, Helga shot a big smirk at Luna and Maria, Luna rolled her eyes) Ms. Spyke started on about Luna and Maria again, "In fact, those two have been crossing lines-"

Luna couldn't take at any more. First going at her and now her and her only friend, she was sick of it.

She glared at the cake and then wished with all her anger that it would hit the social worker and Ms. Spyke. As she thought this the cake started to rise and as if an invisible hand threw the cake the cake was thrown at the social worker right in the face spewing a lot of bits of cake on Ms. Spyke and Helga. Maria and Luna were all doubled up with silent laughter as there was screaming and cursing at the table in front of them.

Before Luna went upstairs she looked over at Helga who had cake all on her face and she was trying to lick some on her chin off.

Luna ran upstairs and sat on her bed laughing at the thing that just happened, took down her hair, and started brushing it when she just remembered something that was under her bed covers right then.

The letter.

(A/N: sorry! I think this is the shortest chapter I've ever made! I thought I added on to it but it must have been shorter! Well, the revised chapter 3 is up next! Plz review! I want to know what people think!)