Luna sat quietly. She felt numb. She felt nothing.

“And the last statement in your late father’s will…” The withered man droned.

Her black dress was scratchy. She loosened the collar and itched at her neck.

I can’t wait to get this cursed thing off, It's probably going to leave a rash…

She swept a lock of long black hair out of her face.

“Says that you transfer to Reinstation High. The last monster-born highschool in this continent. He says, quote ‘I want you to experience all the things I did as a teenager. What you could, rather, should have had.’ end quote.”

Luna stared. She gaped. 

“What... You know I’m a human right? You have GOT to be kidding me! A HUMAN in a school of MONSTERS!” She exclaimed.

“It was your father’s will. I’m sorry miss but I cannot change that. Good luck."

He gathered up his papers and left Luna staring at the wall in disbelief. 

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Back at home, she stripped out of her dress, and put on a robe. She threw the dress onto a couch. Luna stepped into the bathroom and set down the plastic bag in her hand. She peered deeply into the mirror as she leaned across the vanity. She sighed.

If I am to do this, then I must change. Nobody can know who I was. I have to change my everything…

Leaning back, she reached into the plastic bag and pulled out an electric razor, light pink hair dye, a packet of scrunchies, a makeup packet, and a large bundle of clothes. She set all of this onto the floor and took off her robe with a resigned air. 

She washed up in a steaming shower, and toweled off her hair. Luna opened the packet of hair dye and worked it into her hair. She rinsed it out, then blow dried it. Her eyes saw nothing and everything. Pulling one of the scrunchies out, she gathered her now pink hair into a high bun, and plugged in the electric razor. Locks of pink hair floated down to the ground, in a half mood around her. Luna inspected her work.

Not too shabby of an under shave, Could work on the jaggedness though.

She sighed again. It was hard to change. But it was something that needed to be done.

On a whim, she made two fat spacebuns, pulling two strands down to frame her face. This could work. Throwing on an over sized, pastel blue sweatshirt and knee high black socks. She stepped back and tilted her head

It doesn’t look… innocent enough.

Luna slipped on a pair of blue overalls. It hid the fact that she was a tad too skinny pretty well.

“Mission accomplished. Now for the finishing touches…..”

She grinned. Maybe this was going to work out. Maybe she could like it! Probably not, but maybe. She selected midnight black eye shadow and lipstick. With an afterthought, she brushed on some deep red eye shadow on her under eyes. It was a stark contrast to her unnaturally pale skin. She slapped on a pair of leather finger less gloves, and a single earring. It dangled an upside down cross. She flashed herself a falsely positive smirk.

“Perfect, how fitting. Let's roll.”

Stalking out of the bathroom with a new swagger, she popped in her earbuds and blasted some Xxxtentaion. She swung her black book bag over one  shoulder with one hand and with the other, snagged her suitcase. Taking one last look around, she said goodbye to the old place. She had planned earlier that she would rent the place out to a couple tenants so that she could still have a steady income.

“Ah! I almost forgot my katanas!”

Since she was seven, Damien had sent her to jujitsu and kendo classes in order to protect herself. As it was, she was the only human living in a town of monsters. Who know what could happen? He would have wanted her to keep it up, especially when he was gone. She slung them behind her book bag, pressed against her back. Luna slammed the door behind her. All the way to the train station, she walked with a purpose, in the middle of the sidewalk, head held high, not making eye contact. She entered the double doors of the station. When a thuggish man wouldn’t move out of the way, she shoved right past. Raising her free hand into the air, she held up her middle finger. She didn’t care. These people never treated her any better than scum. People murmured and muttered. They watched her carefully.

"HEY. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, HUMAN SHIT?!" 

Luna turned around and stared right back at the fuming man.

“Wassat? You want some, fucker? Come and get it.”

He barreled towards her. She set her suitcase down, but kept a hand on it. He was almost there. Luna stepped to the side, and watched passively as the large dunce tripped over her suitcase, landing on his face. She extracted it from his legs.

“Have a nice day, I hope you enjoyed the Luna Cruorem experience… bitch.” She sneered.

Luna stepped over him and continue on her way. She boarded her train. Just as the doors began to close she added,

“Peace, see ya never.”

She heard the small dinging sound of a phone recording being finished. Luna looked around, but could see nobody with their phone out.  Too bad, the train was already moving. Her song switched finally, as she took a seat, sighing. Ah, another favorite, Professional by Samahta. The train picked up speed. She leaned her head up against the glass window, watching the tunnel walls morph into a blurred green gray smudge. 

Luna spiked her music up a couple of pegs, and closed her eyes, ignoring the stares. Luna could feel herself drifting off into the dark oblivion people call sleep. It was going to be a long 6 hours. Good thing she was a long and deep sleeper. Her head bobbed and finally fell sideways onto a stranger’s shoulder. Not quite though, just the top of someone’s bicep. Damien's nickname for her used to be ‘Little bat’, partly by how long she could sleep, and by how small she was.

A single tear slipped down her cheek. She mumbled something and shifted her head on the stranger’s shirt. Something rough, but gentle wiped it away. She let out a contented sigh.