Daisy
The day of a full moon was always a day full of stress and more problems than I felt like I could handle on my own. Sometimes, I wanted to make everyone quarantine themselves for the entire day, even though I knew that wasn't practical.
Still. It was tempting.
My morning started with needing to break up a vicious fight between two grown-ass men who knew better than to let their emotions take over on a full moon. By the time I'd managed to split them up and their wounds stopped bleeding, no one could remember what had started the argument in the first place!
Next, Mrs. Hayward felt the need to complain, again, about the graffiti on her garden wall. She complained about it every full moon even though it was tagged throughout the month. I had half a mind to tell her that her stupid
