It was a cool fall day, and the leaves were blowing from the trees onto the grass, on which lay a certain Luna Lovegood. The wind flowed through her beautiful long blonde hair, and continued carrying leaves onto the fluff ball that was her dog, Squire. There Luna lay, staring into the cloudless blue fall sky, completely still except for the occasional twitch of the hand to catch a passing leaf. Her eyes drooped and closed ever so gently, and she could sense only through sound. A wet sweaty dog tongue licked her lips several times. Eventually, the unpleasant feeling stopped, followed by footsteps that disappeared through the noisy leaves, and they were replaced by the gusting air.
Luna was thinking, thinking about the fall, thinking about the leaves, and her all stress fell into the ground underneath her. She thought not of the 8th grade homework missing her inside, but of people, friends, and memories. Her mind slowly filled with memories, from when she eight years old, from the accident, from the boy. Her mind then slowly crawled over to happier times to her 6th grade teacher, and her special talents that she couldn't control. She was a teenage girl, fourteen years old. She had memories and experience.
Her feet slowly took her up her front steps and up her staircase, without her being aware of it until halfway up the stairs. She realized she was going into her room, the room that she shared only with herself, not even her father. The house echoed as she climbed up the stairs, and she plopped on her bed with a dull thud as her head hit the laptop. The red cover shined into her eyes, and she drearily opened the cover to start the long process of homework.
Her soft fingers brushed upon the mouse and pressed down hard in frustration. The windows and tabs - her homework is what needed to be done, not a nerdfighters chat. There was a video chat there as well; someone seemed to be playing to one of her favorite songs, Sexy Sadie, by The Beatles. She loved the Beatles. John Lennon was much better than the singers nowadays in her opinion. If there was a contest between Justin Beiber, Lady Gaga, Will.I.Am, and John Lennon, John Lennon would beat them like a nerd "nomz" on a sandwich.
That was another thing of hers - nerds. She was a nerd herself; a book nerd. If you spelled "spelled," "spelt," she would slap you and knee you and give you pain and then tape a paper to cover your entire face saying the word spelled right in big enormous letters written in a Sharpie.
Sorry that was so short guys, I have homework to do and it's 9:13.
Yours Forever,
-Alex
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