ENTER: Luna

Luna was my first best friend.

We met in the early days of kindergarten, during nap-time. If you're wondering why I didn't know who she was by whatever time that was by then, it's because I've always been rather introverted and tend not to hang around the others (for example, I often didn't want to play with the other kids on the playground at school). Therefore, it wasn't that much of a surprise that I hadn't talked to Luna that much at all. We hit it off fairly quickly, all though I think we were the only ones making any sort of noise, as it was nap time. I hardly ever went to sleep during those periods and hated them with a passion, but it was what it was, and I often simply sat around, lost in my own thoughts. So when Luna and I started giggling in that weird little kiddish sort of way . . . we never expected the teacher to hear us. I mean, after all, usually small kids are so stealthy, right? But maybe that teacher was a ninja in disguise, who knows?

Anyway, this girl and I started talking more and more, on the bus and on the playground and when we could during the day (which, considering that it was kindergarten, was quite a bit). It got to the point where I was always staying over at her house--which wasn't very far from the apartment complex that my family was living in at the time--every weekend. We became the best of friends, and I occasionally conversed with her older sister . . . . We were the same on many levels, and different on many others. She and I had arguments over the stupidest stuff multiple times, but our friendship has remained all this time.

A picture of Luna, stolen from one of her albums on Facebook.

She moved when we were in the third grade to the town over with her grandmother. I still came over to her house just about every weekend, and remained to be good friends, however surprising that may sound. Even so, though, Luna and I needed new people to socialize with. She met new people, and I started talking with those that I had known since kindergarten. I started to hang out more with the guys once she left, being the tomboy that I am, and interestingly enough, she started to hang out with Neji's cousin (but I didn't know about that until just last year).

Luna moved from Mississippi to Texas around the time when I was in the fourth grade. All though I was sad to see her go--just as most friends are--I had a feeling that she would be happier in Texas with her father than she would be back over here with her mother.

After she moved, I think I seen her once more--and that was four years ago, I think one or two days before I started talking to Neji. I don't remember if we spent the night, or if we just hung out, but we did something at that time.

I caught up with her on Facebook the summer after he seventh grade, I believe, and we talked a couple of times.

Shortly after I met Elise, I started noticing that Luna was posting more and more pictures of some anime show that I had never seen before (Tokyo Mew Mew, I think?), and her profile picture was considerably "gothic," if you know what I mean. I messaged her and asked her about it, and asked her if she had turned to the Goth subculture. She seemed to be very hesitant in giving me a yes or no answer, saying that she didn't know. I sent her to The Ultimate Goth Guide, and after reading it, she told me that she definitely was.

One day I may see her again, but for now we just have to settle with Facebook.

P.S. Her birthday is the thirty-first of October.