* Luna ran away from home, she doesn't wants to be with her family because she hates them, meany reasons why. The poor girl has been depressed, she hasn't even spoken to her parents nor her siblings, she hates them because they don't ever notice her. She tries to talk to them and be nice, but they always ignore her. So, she grew to hate everyone*

Luna : *writing on her journal, she was about 17 hours away from home, not caring if her parents are worried or not* Stupid life...stupid family...*sniffles, not noticing she's been crying* I hate them--I hate them all...*hugs herself as she starts crying, she dropped her journal*

( What the journal said. )

What can I say? I ran from home, do I feel any better? Of course not, I'd rather be dead. My parents--my so called, "beloved family" are never there for me. I try--I've tried so much to even show my love and care towards them, what do they do? They toss me like I'm an old doll that hasn't been played in years. I don't care anymore, by best friend, Benedict died from leukemia last month...I attended the funeral earlier. You want to know what's sad? I knew he was going to die, yet I still spend time with him, Gods. Who knew spending time with someone can hurt you so much....