His Broken Luna

getting curious, the line ended with a dark blue Ford F-150 pulling a trailer. Even in the faint morning light, I could see horses in the trailer. The horse farm-just a couple

t most worked in the next town over, or online. The closest civilization was a small city, Wal-Mart being the biggest market in it. What would it matter with one more family in town? Besides, I wasn't even sure

it. I knew he didn't expect me to replying- since I never did.- but that meant I had at most thirty seconds, or less considering his mood, to get down there. So, I grabbed my shoes, and my

d at my beautiful sister sitting expectantly at the kitchen table, applying hordes of makeup. She hardly looked at me before answering my unasked question. "Eggs and yogurt. On the double, since yo

herself in the tiny mirror she held in front of her. She ran her fingers through her long curly highlighted blond hair and fluf

sses. I ate mine quickly, hardly chewing and went into the living room to put on my tennis shoes. I pushed my straight chocolate brown bangs behind my ear (although they didn't quite reach) and tied my shoes. I flicked my hair behind my back as I stood. My eyes almost the exact same color as my hair, the same big brown eyes my sister had. Although I didn't cover my lashes with mascara, only a little (something my mother made me do). I reached in my bag for my IPod, and, when I found it, plugged it in my ears. Putting the MP3 Player in my pocket, I slung my bag o

kly, taking out my earphones and placing my iPod back into my bag. I walked up to my locker and slowly opened it. As I switched out my morning and afternoon notebooks, I heard a shoulder connect with the locker next to

er arm in a tight grip to stop me. I winced and froze in place. "Aren't you going to say hit to me?" He asked

g it just above my head. His other arm held my waist, trapping me in. My heart hammered in my throat, fear gripping me in its tight claws. His eyes

polite. Just say something, anyt