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[i][color=FFA07A]"I've always had an inexplicable attraction to the unknown and the mysteric"[/color][/i]

[u]Location[/u]: Kitchen--->Verona Middle School--->Neighborhood St towards Lincoln Memorial High
[u]Interacting With[/u]: Marin Vaudaveaux, Randolph Dutoit.
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There was quite series of uncommon events that occurred in the life of Moon. For one, her mother worked as a fortuneteller at a hotel back in France. And by odd chance, her poor family garnered moderate wealth through the questionably authentic marriage of her mother and her stepfather. But when Moon's mother passed away and they moved to Verona in America, she never expected to witness what she did. Nor did she expect to have done what she did. Or at least, what she thinks she did. Maybe it was a dream. 

On the previous night, as the gleam of the Sun was almost snuffed, the most wondrous natural phenomenon occurred. An Eclipse. Its eerie and magical glow melted through her open window and as soon as her eyes laid upon it. And as she rushed over to the vanity in her small wicca themed boudoir, she pulled out her book titled [i]'The Moon, The Sun, and Everything In Between'[/i]. In her rush to scroll through the pages of the book, she knocked over her signed portrait of Harry Potter--though she couldn't have cared less. And when she finally found the page she was looking for, she froze. It spoke of something ominous, something that could very well teeter on the lines of shadow and radiance. Moon shoved the book back into the drawer, dissatisfied, and returned to her room, lighting a mixture of mandrake stems, poppy blossoms, and tortoise shell scales for good luck, hung a newly handcrafted dreamcatcher over her bed for pleasant dreams and went to sleep. Or at least, she tried to. The image of the Eclipse festered and toggled within her mind for at least hour, followed by a relentless pain in her head, before her eyes finally gave way. 

And when she woke up, she swore she had the craziest dream. Or at least, what she thought was a dream. A sensation, that for several seconds, she was floating over her bed. It felt so unbelievably real to her that she couldn't stop thinking about it. As she prepared breakfast for her younger brother Marin, who sat cheekily at the kitchen table with his face practically stuffed within the pages of his [i]'Cliffhanger and the Carnivorous Sheep: Vol 2'[/i] comic series, she squealed in pain as she pulled her hand away from the stove. In her thoughts, she hadn't realized that she had placed her hand a little to close to the heated countertop. It only took a second for her to feel the repercussions of her kitchen transgressions(NEVER put your hands on a hot stove). 

The pain was immense, but she managed after covering her right hand with aloe vera and sterile gauze. Luckily, she was left-handed. [color=FFA07A][b]"Dépêchez-vous et finir de manger mon amour . Vous avez pour se rendre à l'école tôt"[/b][/color] [b][[/b][i]Quickly finish eating my love, you have to get to school early[/i][b]][/b], she yelled from the bathroom as she finished wrapping her hand in the last strip of gauze. Her brother clapped his comic shut, grumbled, and stuffed it into his backpack and with his arms crossed, slouched over to the front door. [b]"Je déteste l'école"[/b] [b][[/b][i]I hate school[/i][b]][/b], he detested. Her brother, despite having plenty of friends, complained regularly about how boring it was.  

Having gathered her own school books, she walked over to the front door, threw her autumn brown messenger bag over her shoulder, and looked her brother in the eyes. With an affectionately sarcastic smile, she simply replied, [color=FFA07A][b]"Get over it"[/b][/color]. With a roll of his eyes, he walked out the door. Moon, who found his reaction quite satisfying, followed closely behind him and closed the door quietly as to not wake up her older brother--he went to sleep early yesterday after having spent the whole day finishing up on his college school work. He most likely didn't witness the eclipse. And it seemed her younger brother hadn't witnessed it either. She made a mental note to bring it up to them later. They'd most likely be jealous. 

And that reminded her, tomorrow is the Memorial Ceremony. Though, she didn't have much of a connection to the individuals that were killed, her thoughts wondered to Everett and Tess. Despite how much of an asshole Everett was to her--for whatever reason she never understood--she still found herself able to sympathize and empathize with him. After all, she lost her mother as well. Father, unknown. And Tess, poor thing. After about a 15 minute walk, she had arrived at Verona Middle School. Dropping Marin off with an unwanted peck on the forehead, that he quickly wiped away with his sleeve, she continued on her way to the high school, opting to take a route that ran by several of her classmates homes. As she approached several of her classmates street, she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail(secured by a ornamental quill) that trailed midway down her back. Strands of curly bangs cutely framed her forehead and the sides of her face. Her ex-boyfriend often said she looked exceptionally beautiful when her hair was like this. 

On her way to school, Moon had received the text for an in-prompt meeting in Astronomy Club today. Most certainly about the strange solar eclipse that manifested last night. But in all honestly, this was right up her ally. Moon had a second sense for the bizarre and the strange. There was something very peculiar, very mysterious, and very odd about this day....