• I am an orphan. But I wasn’t always that way. I was somewhat normal, you know, with a house and a family, just like you. However, that was way too long ago to remember.
    I am now thirteen years old, almost fourteen, and living in an orphanage, but not for long. I’ve decided I’m going to run away tonight. Oh, and by the way, my name is Luna, or at least that’s what I’ve been called at the orphanage, and I’m going to tell you my story.
    “Run away?” said my best friend Caitlyn when I told her my plans for tonight. Caitlyn and I weren’t always friends. In fact, when I wandered into this place, with no memory of what my previous life was, at age four, we hated each other. But soon enough, we grew up and learned that we’re sort of similar, in a way. Caitlyn claimed her parents were having a tough time getting along and supporting her, so they abandoned her at the orphanage. And that’s what I believe is what happened to me too.
    “Be quiet! Miss Miller might hear you!” I exclaimed.
    “Well at least take me with you!” she cried. I smiled; same old, rebellious Caitlyn. See, Caitlyn is one of those people who always take risks. For example, she found some bright red hair dye in the basement of the orphanage yesterday and insisted I help her use it. I wasn’t so sure just because no one is supposed to go into the basement. But I helped her anyway, because she’s also one of those people you can’t say no to.