Luna winced as the tomato she was chewing on went to the cut on her lips.
“What’s wrong?” her mother asked. They were eating supper at the table.
“Oh, well, doncha know? I spontaneously grew fangs which cut my lips to smithereens,” Luna smiled sweetly.
The rest of the meal was eaten in stony silence. Luna’s utensils clattered noisily on her plate as she finished her meal of salad and steak.
“I’m done. I’ll go admire the wonderful sunset,” Luna said, an icy tone in her voice.
Her parents remained silent.
Luna went to a small, secluded corner of her backyard (which was basically a forest, since she lived in Gig Harbor) and leaned against a tree, waiting for the sun to go down.
“I’ll be going out for a-erm-walk, in the forest,” she yelled to her parents.
“Be sure no one sees you,” came the prompt reply.
“Fair enough,” Luna pouted.
She leaned back down again and watched the sun sink behind the pine trees, its dying rays filtering through the leaves.

With it vanished all Luna’s ordinary life.