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Beginning of Luna's Story:
I had that dream again, the one about her. Her mouth opened and formed words that I couldn't hear, but I knew them anyway. They're etched into my mind. They've been there for years. Even though she's gone she haunts me still. It doesn't matter though. She was weak and she let herself be shattered like the most fragile of glass. I will never be that frail, that weak. I will never let anyone break me. No one can get close enough anyway.
I really don't have time to think about these things though. The singing competition starts tomorrow and I need to go back to sleep if I want to be at my best. Then again, even if I was at my worst I'd still win. I'm confident of that.
Random little thing I wrote:
The roads dash from side to side as they curve wildly around the hills. The hills rise up in every direction and dip up and down constantly as you drive past. You can catch glimpses of houses through the trees every now and then, but only if you're looking for them. Sometimes there will even be a break in the trees where a house or garden sits, but the forest quickly appears again just as thick as ever.
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