A/N: Sorry, sorry it's even shorter this time :( The Christmas holidays are coming up in just over a week and I PROMISE to update a few more longer chapters. I thought the story was going a little obviously so I've twisted the plot a little - hope you like it!

"And where have you been?" my mother asked courtly as I strode into the kitchen.

"Oh just out," I paused for a second, "with my friend."

I looked at my mum straight in the eye. She didn't believe me. I was her sad, friendless daughter and she didn't believe me.

"Your friend." she said eventually, "okay." and she walked away. I skipped up the stairs to my room and plunked down onto my bed holding on to every wonderful second I'd just spent with my new friend.

Friend.

God, I love that word.

Luna and Victoria

Best Friends Forever

Lying on my bed, I can't help but be curious about what Luna had said. 'People like us' she said. What does that mean? Is she trying to imply that I'm as loony as her? My brother would agree I am and maybe Mum too but am I really going mad? Maybe this is like that book I read 'Butterfly Summer' where the girl hallucinates having a friend who is really her dead older sister. As if! I know I have a secretive past but that could never happen.

I go downstairs to the dining room to work on my piano playing. I miss my lessons but Mum won't let me take them ever since that weird thing happened. She thinks I forgot, that I bought the lie she fed Ms Wilson. I know I played without touching the keys. It wasn't a trick of the light or whatever rubbish she said. I know it's impossible but it happened.

I play all the songs I can remember and a new one I find in a book in the stool. I've almost mastered it when my mum calls me for dinner.

As usual we all listen to Zac as he tells us about his day while eating dinner. Lamb for everyone else and pasta for me. 'It won't last!' my mum had said when I decided to become a pescetarian. It's lasted seven months.

After Zac's lecture on what he's done today, the usual question if what I've done is asked. They expect nothing much but unlike usual they don't get that.

"I went to my friend Luna's house. We sat in the grass and played games and made daisy chains - that kind of stuff..." I shrug carelessly and continue to pick at my food.

"Ok" says Mum, "Have I met Luna before she sounds familiar. What's her surname?"

"Lovegood" I tell her.

"L-lovegood?"

She's acting strange. It's just a name. A very uncommon one too. "Yes. Luna Lovegood. She lives in a funny round house with her Dad about an hour's walk from here." She still looks lost, "what?"

"I don't want you seeing that girl anymore." she says firmly.

"Excuse me? You don't want me to be friends with her?" I say, shocked.

"That's right," she says slightly shakily, "I forbid you."

"Jane, don't you think that's a little harsh?" says Aunt Eileen. "Tori's made a friend! You can't forbid them to see each other! It's outrageous! There's nothing wrong with the child."

"You have no idea! You don't know anything!" My mum says to us both.

"That's so not fair! You let Zac have friends!" I protest.

"No! Stop it! I am your mother and I have the final word!"

"That really is unfair." says Zac.

"Thank you Zac!" I say.

"No! You will listen to me. Never and I mean never meet that girl again!"

"Mum! What is wrong with you? You're always going on about me having friends and-"

"Yes but not friends like-"

"Oh, shut up!" I shout, "I've never had any real friends and finally when I find one person - one person! - who finds me interesting and fun to be with you forbid me from seeing her. That's just cruel! It's sick! It's so-"

"I don't care what you think! Now sit down and eat your dinner!"

I pick up my pasta in two hands and hurl it at the wall, yelling for effect. "Can't eat it now, can I?"

"That was extremely inappropriate!" says Mum.

"No!" I shout, "You're being inappropriate! You can't do this!"

"Don't you dare tell me what I can and cannot do. I am your mother!" her voice cracks slightly as she finishes her sentence. She looks almost at breaking-point.

"Yeah?" I scream, "WELL I WISH YOU WERE'NT! I HATE YOU! MORE THAN ANYTHING!" My plate shatters to pieces on the table in front of me. So do all the other plates and the glasses too. An impulse of either fear or daring makes me get up and run from the room all the way upstairs and into my room. Throwing myself onto the bed I scream and cry into my pillow.

Maybe I am going mad?

Hope you liked it. I'll update soon...