The blue moon Luna

The start of the plan

After the showdown with my dad in the car I came straight to my room, I skipped dinner as I wasn’t hungry as I was so angry. I lay in my bed more determined then ever to become Luna of the pack, run this pack with my dads help or not. It now 9:30am an new mum be shouting breakfast soon so I quickly showered and went back to my room, I text Skylar and asked her just bring me up some food I didn’t want to go face my parents just yet and listen to them go on about how I can’t take over the pack.

I had got some books from the school library about the elders and the pack laws… I needed to find out if there is any loop holes that I could use but so far no luck, and I was starting to get frustrated. Skylar knocked on door with my food and said mum and dad seemed quite an distant this morning, I told her I don’t know why, she new but just shrugged and walked off. I ate my pastries as I was starving from skipping breakfast and realised I need my energy to try get this plan into motion. But I really didn’t know where to start. I continued to read when a ding from my phone distracted me, who was texting me, the number I didn’t know, the message read “hi Shayla, Xavier here, I know you need help to so we could do this together”. I stared at the message for a couple of minutes… how did he know my plan, only my parents knew my plan of wanting to be Luna. I quickly responded choosing to play dumb, Xavier replied instantly with one word “LUNA” omg he knows my dad must of said. I quickly called him he answered immediately, I asked how he new he said he didn’t he guessed because of coming to the meeting and being dis heartened when had to leave he just put the dots together…. Was I that easy to read. He brought me back out my own thoughts. He asked if I wanted he helps… All I could muster up was how. He explained we couldn’t discuss this over phone we need to meet… we both agreed on a little white village called Broxton it was a place that was mural grounds for all and was only about 45 minutes from my house. I agreed to meet next Saturday as I had school and training this week. The call ended and now I was more excited than before, maybe my plan is slowly coming together.

I stayed in my room all day make Skylar come an bring me food and water. Then there was a knock at the door I shouted go away my father replied we need to talk. My heart felt heavy I hated arguing with my dad. We had always been so close and I was a daddy’s girl at heart. This not talking was upsetting for us both. I could at least hear what he wants to say.

I opened the door and my dad looked ruff like he hadn’t showered and slept at all. I wonder if this arguing was what caused him to be like this. I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed tightly my dad help me back and could feel a weight being lifted from both of us.

My dad finally spoke by telling me to sit, I chose to at my desk whilst my dad sat on the edge of the bed. He spoke first saying he didn’t like this feeling of us not talking an arguing, I continued to listen, he then looked at me with so much sorrow in his eyes I felt like crying and giving up on my plan just to make my dad happy again, was all this causing him this much pain, all this because of me. Was it worth it?