Prologue

Hey Diary, it's me, Luna Harper. Today's the first day of my senior year in high school, the 1st of August. It is one of those usual quiet days on Robinsons Avenue. You could hear the honking of cars, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of maids through the kitchen for breakfast. Who would only want a plain cheese sandwich and milk for breakfast anyway, right?

And here I am, in my room pondering on which outfit is best to wear on my first day back at the University, declaring openly that their Queen is back.

"Lady Luna, your breakfast is ready downstairs," a maid said after I gave her permission to enter my room. I nodded at her and continued to prep myself for the battlefield.

I have quite a few outfits to choose from. Still, I chose to simply wear a white vintage buttoned top frills on my neck going down to its buttons - perfect for covering the hickeys I got from last night, with a pair of flared jeans that just emphasizes my long skinny legs, and an oversized jacket to keep me from the cold rooms in the university during discussions. I paired it with a chunky heeled shoe and earrings and bracelets to flare my richness to insecure puppies. I passed along the hallways. To complete the outfit, of course with a simple eye look and matching pop of red on the lips to catch boys just drooling over their fantasies of kissing me.

Yes! This is my life, and I love it.

Or so I thought…