His Broken Luna

did the opposite. They curse, I don't. They take advantage of the opposite gender every time they can, I don't. Every word that comes out of their mouth is hurtful, so I just don't s

pointed a perfectly manicured finger in my face. "You are SO gonna get it tonight." She growled, huffed, took Jake's hand and led him away. My hands were al

could reach. All of them ended with me bloodied, bruised, and defeated when I had done nothing wrong. At the back fo the class, I hung my head in my hands, trying to calm down. Tears sprung in my eyes, but I held them back. Not in school. Not here. Once my hands had steadied some, I began to take the notes scribbled on the board about the Civil War. I

es hidden behind black rimmed glasses. I blinked at him to indicate I was listening. He sighed. "Miss Kimble, we are g

class; he couldn't ruin it by pacing a new kid next to me! A boy no less! He was going to ask m

, but he knew I didn't like to be touched. "I'll inform him of your…speech impediment." That'll just make him ask more questions! I thought,

er happened. Everyone would be falling all over him, no matter how cute or ugly he was. And that meant everyone would be over at my table for 1st period. People would expect me to maybe talk to

ey do all the kids, and they want me to talk again. The second half of my freshman year was when I decided that not talking was better than talking at all. It got me into less trouble. I had always been a little sassy when I did talk, and that got me a lot of bruises from my family. I was in the first half of my junior year now, and Destiny was i