Luna toyed with her wet hair and plopped face down on her bed. She turned over on her back and looked at the ceiling. Her hands twiddled with a strand of hair. She sighed.
Why does this have to happen? Luna hugged her pillow tightly. It’s like one of those “superhero” scenarios. She squeezed her eyes shut and hardened her grip on her pillow. There was a ripping sound. Luna opened her eyes. Her pillow was in shreds.
“Oh, GREAT ,” she picked up the remains and threw them in the trash. In wonder, Luna stared at her hand. She spotted a pencil on her desk and picked it up. She tightened her grip on the pencil. It snapped like a frail twig.
“Hmm…Maybe this isn’t all bad,” Luna smiled to herself. There was a pain in her lower lip. Luna tasted blood. She ran to the mirror, a darkening suspicion looming inside of her.
“Why the hell did I open my big fat mouth?!” Luna fingered her newly grown fangs.

She sat down on her chair, staring at the ceiling, yet again.