Moonlighting-Full Moon
By: Kouner

**Title is subject to change**


"Sheryl! It's time for school!" Sheryl's mother yelled from the kitchen.

"I know mother!" Sheryl replied as she started to go through her sock drawer, looking for white socks. Sheryl Ford is 16, and has no big popularity but is well known at school. All her friends tell her that she needs to chill out and she'd go straight to the top. But that's what they wanted, not Sheryl. Sheryl wanted to be the only girl in school who still had to go through her colored socks looking for white ones. Sheryl never got rid of anything. It all had value to her. Her old toys were still in the bin where Sheryl had last put them when she was done playing with them 3 years ago. Sheryl was an only child, but wished she wasn't. She finally found a pair of white shocks. She pulled them out of the drawer and put them on her feet quickly. It was 7:00, school started in a half-a-hour. It was about a 15-minuet walk to school, and she had to talk to Rosa and Celina.

Sheryl stood up and looked in the mirror. Her black hair stood out on her white T-shirt. Her short blue-jean shorts where really short. Shorter then they were in her mother's time as she was told everyday. Her eyes were green, at least, right now they were. They changed colors by the mood she was in. Green meant normal. That was the color they usually were. She hated not knowing her eye color.

"Sheryl!" her mother yelled. "I know mom!" she replied as she grabbed a blue scrunchie off her dresser. She put it in her hair loosely, but not enough so it would fall out. It fit perfect with her wavy shoulder length hair. She smiled contently at herself. It was the first day of school and she had to make a big impression. Rosa and Celina were going to try and put make-up on her, so she would be popular and they could be too. But Sheryl wouldn't let them. Sheryl then head for the door. She slowly opened it and walked down the hall to the kitchen. Her mother was standing there washing dishes. She looked at Sheryl and turned off the water. "You finally ready huh?" her mother asked with a smile. Mrs. Ford had always been patient with Sheryl, except when it came to school.

Sheryl picked up her book-bag and put the first strap over her shoulder, "As ready as I'll ever be."

Her mother laughed and kissed her on the cheek. "Good luck dear. Tell me if any bullies pick on you and I'll beat them up." Sheryl laughed and hugged her mother, "Thanks mom."

"No problem. Now go, you don't want to be late."

"Wouldn't want that." Sheryl laughed and headed toward the door. She had a feeling that something was going to be different this year. She knew it. She hadn't had a real boyfriend yet, and the first day of school was like fishing in a new pond. The good ones weren't taken yet. Sheryl laughed at her thought and shut the door behind her. Who in their right mind would go out with her? The only person who ever asked her out before was Brett. He took her to the movies once and tried to kiss her. She got mad and walked out. Brett asked her everyday, even during the summer, if she would go out with him. She laughed again. Like I said before, Sheryl thought, who in their right mind would want to go out with me?

* * *

"It won't be that bad. It's not like it's a new world or anything," Susan said as she drove down the road to Franklin High School.

"I told you before Sussie, I don't care. I didn't have any friends at the other school and I won't have any here either," Chris sighed as he sunk into his seat.

"I know, I know. But mom thought you were in some type of gang or something, That's a laugh."

Sussie laughed. Chris did too. He had to give his twin sister credit, she was trying to help, but no one could help him. His parents didn't believe him and no one at the old school did either. They all thought he was in some sort of gang that had something to do with the full moon. Well, there were the strange attacks mysterious attacks, and Chris always ran out on the night they happened. Sure, the attacks were his doing, but not the way they think. Chris looked out the window at the sun. It had just risen and it started to hurt his eyes. It always did. His eyes were extra sensitive now. Sussie pulled into the parking lot of the school. Chris sighed and sat up again. He looked toward the front of the school, and that's when he saw her... The most beautiful thing he had ever seen. No human could have seen her face from where he sat, but he wasn't human any more. Her black wavy hair was pulled back and seemed to glow on her white T-shirt. Her light peach colored skin looked like one of those super models from the commercials. But the thing that struck him was her eyes. They were greenish blue with a hint of gray. Again, something most humans couldn't see.

She was talking to a shorter girl, but not by much, with straight black hair that went half way down her back. He couldn't see her face because her back was toward him. She was wearing blue-jean pants and a white T-shirt with little red roses all over it. They seemed to be having a good conversation. The girl with the beautiful eyes was laughing, and Chris figured by the way the other girl was moving that she was laughing too.

Chris wanted to yell at Sussie to stop, but she kept driving and Chris couldn't talk. She drove to the backside of the school. She parked in an unnumbered spot. "Lets go," she sighed as she got out of the car.

Chris stumbled out of the car. Sussie looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders and shut the car door. Sussie then headed toward the office. Chris followed. The school wasn't that big, so he figured he could find the girl later. Now he had to act like a normal teenager and go to the first day at a new school.

* * *

Sheryl laughed, "You can't be serious! Brett did that!?"

"Sheryl you are so lucky you didn't go to that camp, I swear. He would have asked you to that dance, and you wouldn't say no because you wouldn't have had a partner either," Rosa snapped. She laughed too. That was the good thing about Rosa, she could always laugh at herself. Rosa Charpender was Sheryl's oldest friend. They knew each other since third grade. They had been best friends ever since. But Rosa had a friend before Sheryl. Rosa was born in Cuba and her and her family came to America. They knew a family in Cuba also. The Rosslend's. They came to America too. They had two sons and a daughter. Her name was Celina. Sheryl finally stopped laughing. "Why does your mom always send you there?"

"I don't know. She says it's the American thing to do. I tell her, 'Mama, Sheryl was born here and she doesn't go'. She says, 'Not all children have the privilege of going'," Rosa replied with a laugh. Sheryl shook her head, "That's not funny. You know my parents have money problems."

"I know. Listen, I'm sorry, but it's what she says."

"It's ok. Hey, lets see if we can find Celina."

"Ok."

They walked into the school. "Do you know where we find out what home room we have?" Rosa asked. Sheryl looked at her and shrugged. The school hallways were empty. It wouldn't be for long though. Right now, all the kids were outside. Most of the kids hated to come in before the bell. But not Celina. She had to come in before the bell to put on make-up. Her mother wouldn't let her wear it, so she had to put it on at school.

Rosa snapped her fingers, "I know! The office!"

"We're going to find Celina in the office?" Sheryl asked as she stopped.

"No, the homeroom stuff. It's in the office. Besides, Celina probably went there to find out her homeroom too! Come on Sheryl, let's just find out our homeroom. Please."

Sheryl sighed and started toward the office.

* * *

"Hmm," the receptionist said as she looked at Chris's record. Chris was just hoping they wouldn't kick him out before he even got to meet the girl.

Sussie sighed and rested her elbows on the counter. She placed her head in her hands. The receptionist kept looking all over the record. She wasn't ever going to finish.

She looked up at Chris, "You can sit down. This may take a while." Chris sighed and walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. Sussie looked at Chris, "I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back." Sussie then headed toward the door that said, 'ladies,' on it. Chris sighed and sunk into the chair. As far as he could see, he was all alone.

Then, the office door opened. "Hi Mrs. Finkle, how are you this year?" A voice asked from the other side of the counter. It was a girl with short black hair just above her shoulders. She had dark brown eyes and darker skin then the girl Chris saw. It wasn't her.

"Hi Celina. Good. How are you? I love your hair cut," the receptionist, Mrs. Finkle, replied.

"Good I guess. I mean it is the first day of school. Thanks, my mom did it. I think it's too short," Celina replied with a laugh. Mrs. Finkle laughed too. "So, where are the home rooms posted?"

"Over there," Mrs. Finkle replied as she pointed to where Chris was sitting. Chris looked up and there was a bulletin board that said 'Home Rooms,' on it.

"How could I have missed it," Celina laughed. She wasn't looking at the board, she was looking at Chris. He gulped. Celina headed over to where Chris was sitting.

Celina stopped in front of him and looked at the board. Chris stared at the ground. Celina looked down at him and smiled. She held her hand out toward him, "Hi, My name's Celina, what's yours?"

Chris looked up at her and took her hand, "Chris."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Chris. You have a girlfriend or anything?"

"What? No, I mean, no."

"Oh, well you see there's this dance and it's always on the first day of school, so you wouldn't know about it because you're new. And well, I'm not going with anyone, so I was wondering if you would want to go with me?"

"Tonight?"

"Yes."

"I can't, I'm doing something with my family. Maybe some other time." Go away, Chris thought.

Celina pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something on it, "Sure, here is my number. You have a number? Any number? Cell phone, pager, e-mail?"

"Nothings hooked up yet." Go away!

"Fine, just give me a call when it is. Bye!" Celina then turned with a smile and headed out of the office door she first came in. Chris was glad she was gone. He heard laughter from behind another office door. It opened to show the two girls he saw earlier. If Chris weren't sitting in his chair he would have fallen down.

"Hello Mrs. Finkle! How are you?" the girl with the roses on her shirt asked.

"I'm fine Rosa, how are you?" Mrs. Finkle asked.

"Good, have you seen Celina?"

"Yes, you just missed her, I mean, she just left."

"Oh. Where are the home rooms posted?"

"Over there."

"Thank you."

Rosa headed over toward the board and stopped in front of it, but the other girl stayed and talked to Mrs. Finkle. Why weren't they saying her name? Did they know that Chris wanted to know and weren't saying it?

Rosa looked over at the other girl, "Sheryl, you have Miss Roberts for home room in b-5." The other girl smiled. She grabbed a pen and paper off the counter and wrote it down. That was her name. Sheryl. She looked up at Rosa and gave her a thumbs up. She laughed. She looked away from Rosa, but not far. She looked at Chris. Chris couldn't move. Rosa laughed and headed over to Sheryl, breaking her stare. They turned away and headed out the door.

* * *

Rosa squealed and turned to Sheryl when they got out of the office. "Did you see that guy?! He is so hot!" Rosa yelled as she twirled around the hallway.

"Sure, him and every other boy in this school!" Sheryl laughed as she stopped Rosa's twirling.

"But there is something different about him! It's in his eyes!"

"His eyes are normal. They're just greenish-yellow, big deal."

"You know you want him. But I want him. But you can have him.. No you can't! I want him!" Rosa then took off running. Sheryl didn't want to deal with it right now. She would see her at lunch. Sheryl turned and made her way to her homeroom.

* * *

"Well, I guess you can go to your home room now, but I'll give you your schedule," Mrs. Finkle said. She handed Chris and Sussie their schedules. Chris turned and looked at the homeroom board. He didn't know how the heck it worked. Then he saw that it was by last names.

"Looks like we have Mr. Glen for our home room. Come on," Sussie said. She walked over to the door Sheryl and Rosa came in and exited. She looked at the map. "He's in b-4. And that is to the left. Ok, let's go."

She started toward the left toward their homeroom.

* * *

"Hello students! I would like to welcome you back to school. This is a happy day for all of us. In the beginning of this year we would like to say that our sophomores are the class of two thousand. It can only happen once and as you start your sophomore year, don't forget that. You are carrying our school into the millennium," the principle, Mrs. Powder, said over the intercom.

Sheryl sighed and sunk into her seat. Mrs. Powder did this last year too. Sheryl's junior friends said she did this when they were freshmen that she gave a whole speech about how the next class was the class of 2000.

No one cared. Some girls were already passing notes. Some people were blowing their pencils up the desk and pushed them back. Some of the jocks were already throwing paper at the people they considered geeks. And Miss Roberts didn't care. She was too busy reading her 'readers digest'.

Sheryl sighed and looked down at the paper she had been writing on. Sheryl loved to write stories. This one was about a princess in a lost land that had found her love, but her father wouldn't let her marry him.

"Thank you and I hope you have a good year," Mrs. Powder finally finished. Sheryl put the paper quickly in her book-bag. Miss Roberts closed her books and looked up at the class. They all stopped moving. Miss Roberts was an old lady with an attitude. All the sophomores heard terror stories from the juniors and seniors about her. They said she was the devil.

Sheryl didn't believe it, but still didn't want to mess with her. Miss Roberts picked up a clipboard and started to go down the list calling out people's names. When she was done she placed it down and picked up an envelope. She handed out the schedules. She knew all their names already, that scared Sheryl.

"I'm Miss Roberts. You will treat me with respect and if you slack off and don't do work you will pay the price. I don't take crap lightly, I'm sure you've heard that from my previous students. Most of you will probably not have me as a teacher, but you might. You will only come to see me when report cards are given out. That is something new this year. Any questions?" Miss Roberts said. No one raised their hand. "Good. Now when the bell rings, get out of here. I don't want to see your faces unless you have me for a teacher or it's report card time."

The bell rang and everyone ran out of the room except Sheryl. She had Miss Roberts for her first period. Miss Roberts walked over to her, "Why are you still here?"

Sheryl looked up at her. She wasn't scared of this old lady, or was she? "I have you this period," Sheryl managed to get out.

"That means I'm your home room teacher," Miss Roberts replied.

"No, you're below that too." Miss Roberts took the paper from Sheryl's hands and looked at it. She put her glasses on that had been hanging from her neck. "I guess you do. Sorry, I didn't think I had a first period," the old woman laughed. She wasn't that bad. What was wrong with the other kids? Slowly kids came in and sat in the empty seats. No one sat close to Sheryl. Until someone sat behind her. Sheryl didn't know any of the people were. She knew them but they weren't her friends. No one to talk to. Well, Sheryl thought, who's the person behind me? Sheryl turned around in her seat to find the boy from the office sitting behind her. She guessed he was new. I'll talk to him.

"Hi, my name's Sheryl. Are you new here?" Sheryl asked.

He stared at her like he did before. She wished he would say something. He finally did. "Yes, my name's Chris."

"Well it's nice to meet you Chris. I'm going to warn you right now, the girl with me in the office has a crush on you, but don't worry; she has one on every boy. Just figured I'd warn you."

"Which one of your friends?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw Celina too."

"Oh, well I haven't see Celina yet. I meant Rosa. I shouldn't be telling you what she thinks should I? Oh well, if she kills me, she kills me."

"Why would she kill you?"

"No, it just means she'll get mad. Where are you from anyway?"

"Florida. A little city named Seminole. It's by Tampa."

"I have some friends that live in Largo. That's by Seminole isn't it?"

"Yes. Sometimes they say that Seminole is Largo. Everyone gets mad." Sheryl laughed. "That's funny."

"It's the truth. Half the time our mail would say Largo instead of Seminole on it."

Sheryl was glad she found someone to talk to. Rosa was right, there was something different about him. Sheryl liked him. I wonder if he knows about the dance, Sheryl thought, I'll ask.

"Did you hear about the dance?" Sheryl asked him.

He looked at her in shock, "Yes."

"Going with anyone?"

"No."

"Wanna go with me?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking."

He laughed.

"Well, the dance starts at eight o-clock. It's called the Sunset dance. They have one of the dances out on the outside basket ball court while the sun is setting. It's really beautiful, even though you can't really see the sun."

"Oh shoot."

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm just doing something tonight, I forgot about it."

"Oh," Sheryl sighed. She turned around in her seat.

Chris tapped her on the shoulder and she turned and looked at him, "But I could come for a little while. Probably just for that one dance you were talking about. You don't mind do you?"

"No, it's the only one I really care about." Then the bell rang."I'll meet you outside of the gym around eight o-clock," Sheryl said as she turned her head back toward Miss Roberts. Sheryl couldn't believe she had a date already, and it was only 7:45.

* * *

Note: This is one of my longest stories so far. I am pretty into this one, and yet it still doesn't have a name. It DOES get better, so, if you want to sit it out and wait, I think it is worth it.