'Silver Moon does not need a MONSTER as our Luna. Get lost, freak!'
The sheet was ripped from my hand, and then it was incinerated in front of my eyes. I looked at my Grandpa, who was glaring at the ashes.
"They don't know what they're talking about Violet." He said.
"Yeah." My eyes cast downward.
"You're not a monster, or a freak. You're a first, the first of your kind. That only makes you different, and different doesn't necessarily mean 'bad'."
"Clearly not everyone believes that." I mumbled.
"To Hell with what others think. The Violet I know has never cared either."
"But I'm a Luna now." I sighed. "I kind of have to care what others think of me. I'm in a position of respect, and trust."
"You only have to care up to a certain point. Don't let one persons immaturity ruin your who
