Late

I'm taking a wild guess here that you don't believe in vampires, right? Therefore, I'm thinking you don't believe in werewolves, ghost, goblins, or any other 'creature of the night'. Yea didn't think so. I don't either, but I kind of grew up with the belief that they were real. You see, my mom is a researcher/ archaeologist, and guess what she researches. That's right, 'creatures of the night'. My dad was an archaeologist to. That's how they met. The only problem was that he research religion, while my mom research fictional creatures. You can probably tell that that caused some problems. That's probably what led to my dad moving out. He said he was going on a search for the 'Holy Grail' (yea that usually goes over people's head but bear with me) and I haven't seen him since. I was 8. I'm now fifteen.

"Lumina, you're going to miss the bus again if you don't get down here!" my mom called. Well, as my mom so kindly mentioned, I'm Lumina. Weird name, I know. The funniest part though, is that Lumina means sunshine, but everyone calls me Luna, which means moon. Bizarre, right? That's an understatement.

I really couldn't afford to miss the bus again. Ms. Harlow said that if I was late for homeroom one more time, I was going to be in serious trouble. Trust me, you don't want to get in trouble with Ms. Harlow. The last kid that got in trouble with her didn't talk the whole week after his punishment. He just sat and always looked nervous, like he saw a ghost or something.

So, I hastily slipped on a pair of dark jeans, a dark gray shawl-neck hoodie over a white Henley shirt, and my favorite pair of black lace up boots. I brushed my thick, curly, dark brown hair and rushed downstairs.

"Better hurry!" my mom smirked. She was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with my backpack and a banana in her hand for me. I smiled, took my stuff, gave her a kiss goodbye, and flew out the door. Just in time for the bus.

Okay, I know it's short, but the action's coming. I promise! Let me know what you think!