Luna almost fell asleep in Math. Only Chelsea’s painful (and strong) elbowing had kept her up. Luna’s mood soon improved. Her next class was her favorite: Humanities. They were currently studying Ancient China, and Luna (being the bookworm she is), had gobbled down every fact the teacher offered.

Luna straightened her things on her desk when the teacher stood tall, obvious that she was going to make an announcement.

“Class, I would like to introduce to you a new transfer student,” Mrs. Wilks said.
Luna wasn’t fazed. Transfer students always came and went like money. She continued tidying her desk.
“Mark Williams,” Mrs. Wilks gestured to the entrance of the class.

What Luna saw made her drop her pencil.