My Name? I'm Luna. Luna Moonstage. I'm Female, 20 Years Old By Your Standards, Work In A Coffee Shop, And I Live In The Demonlands. The Demonlands Are Very Similar To Earth. Anyways, I'm A Demon, If You Haven't Guessed. I'm Actually Different Though… My Skin Is Blue. I'm A Blue Demon, The Only One In History, Apparently. Everyone Makes Fun Of Me, Especially Red Bloodshed And His Gang Of Bullies. Why? Because Everybody Else Has Red Skin. I Know, It's Stupid To Judge Someone By Their Skin Color. I'm Just The Girl Who Was Born A Mistake. Even My Own Parents Hate Me. My Dad Left, My Mom Blamed Me Saying It Was "Because I Was Such An Ugly Disappointment" . My Life Is Messed Up, But I Live In It, And I Have No Intention Of Sulking The Rest Of My Life, But Instead Enjoying Those Few Nice Moments I Have. I Have One Friend Though, Who Has Stuck By Me All This Time. His Name Is Zack. He Was Once With Red And His Gang, Because He Had No Friends, But He Hated Red. So, When They Started Hurting Me, He Knew He Had To Step In. He Saved Me, And Now We're Best Friends! Today Is Monday, Time To Go To College. I Lay Down, Wanting Just A Moment Of Peace Before I Got Up And Everything In My Miserable Life Began. But, At Least No Work Today. I Got Up And Stretched, A Moment Later. "Now Everything In My Miserable Life Can Begin." I Said. " LUNA!!!!" I Heard My Mom Shout. "I'm Coming!" I Shouted Back. " WELL COME FASTER, YOU EXCUSE FOR A DEMON! " She Snapped. "I'M COMINGGGGGGGG!" I Repeated. I Snatched My Unicorn Backpack, Full Of School Books, And Put It Over My Shoulder. I Ran Down The Stairs, To The Meal Area. Of Course, No Food Prepared For Me. I'd Learned From A Young Age How To Cook, Because It Was Either Make Your Own Food, Or Starve To Death. As My Mom Would Say, "Make You Own Food, Or Starve To Death, I Don't Care, Do Either." God, I Hated My Mom. I Quickly Cooked Up Some Bacon, And Grabbed Two Pieces Of Toast, And Rapidly Spread Some Peanut Butter And Grape Jelly On It. I Put The Bacon In A Zip Lock Bag, Grabbed Some Lunch Money From My Piggy Bank, Stuffed The PB&J Sandwich In My Mouth, And Ran Out The House, So I Would Be At School In Time. I Made Quick Work Of That Sandwich, So I Didn't Waste It By Dropping It. Finally, I Made It To College. I Ran Into The College, And Got Into A Crowd. I Looked Around The Crowd Of People Around Me, Trying To Find Zack. I Saw Him A Few Seconds Later, And Started To Run To Him, Before Being Tripped By Someone's Leg. "OWWWW!" I Shouted, Or Course Turning Some Heads, But Unfortunately, Belonged To People Who Didn't Care. "You Should Watch Where You're Going." The Person Who Tripped Me Sneered. I Immediately Knew Who The Voice Belonged To. "Easy For You To Say, You Tripped Me On Purpose, Or Are You Blind, Red?" I Said, Wanting A Little Revenge . I Didn't Normally Act Like This, Usually Encouraging People, Helping People, And Saying Nice Things To People, Even If They Didn't Care. Red Growled And Kicked Me, Making Me Yelp, Before Taking His Leave With His Gang Not Far Behind, Laughing At Me. Then, Someone Ran To Me. "Luna, Are You Ok?" Zack Asked, Concerned For Me. "Yeah, I'm Fine, Don't Worry Zack." I Said Looking Up At Him And Smiling. He Helped Me Get Up, And We Both Went To Class. Everything Went As Usual, Zack And Me Run To All The Classes, I Raise My Hand To Be Picked (But I Never Am), Then We Go To Lunch In Between, I Have Macaroni And Cheese With Tomato Sauce And Pepperoni, We Go Back To Class, The Bell Rings And Zack And I Say Our Goodbyes (More Like, See You Later), And I Head Home. I Started To Head Home, After These Sequence Of Events, and Red Came Out Of Nowhere. I Didn't Want To Have An Even Worse Day, So I Ran Last Him As I Always Do, But Faster So I Wouldn't Be Caught. I Ran Home, Past My Mom, Into The Meal Area, Made Some Salad And Fruits For Dinner, And Went Into My Room. I Heard A Chirp Outside My Window, And Looked. There, Standing Out My Window Was My Cockatiel That I Set Free Every Day, And Bring In When He's Ready To Come Back In. Peppermint. "Hey Peppermint. How's You Life?" I Asked. Peppermint Chirped Happily. "You Wanna Sleep In Your Roomy Cage Tonight? " I Asked. She Did Indeed Have A Very Roomy Cage, It Was Very Big For A Bird Her Size. Peppermint Chirped And Nodded. I Put Her On My Finger, And Let Her Into Her Cage, And Closed The Door Lightly. She Fell Asleep A Few Minutes Later. I Sighed And Smiled, Going Into My Bed And Turning Off My Light. Sure, My Life Wasn't Wonderful Or Perfect, But I Love It, Why Is Being Different So Bad? I Always Ask Myself. I Always Answer The Same Thing Over And Over, Being Different Isn't Bad, People Just Don't Like What They Don't Understand, They May Be Afraid Of You, Jealous Of You, Or Just Like Making You Feel Bad, But This Is Your Life, And You Need To Make The Most Of It.

(Please Excuse My Habit Of Making Every First Letter Of Every Word Capital, I'm Working On It)

Part 2's out!

Drawing of Luna, and another of Red, by my friend, Pidge_Luminosity :



Comments that touched me:


I am rather partial to NightmarErRoR's blog "Why Is Being Different So Bad?" for its touching portrayal of resilience against bullying that is at once relatable and very creative. - Chiaroscuro