“Whatever mom! I’m sorry I’m your daughter”
With a quick flick of her phone to close it, Luna rolled her heavily eyeshadowed eyes and kept walking down the streets, her black, thigh length platform boots clomping against the asphalt as she walked. Totally indifferent now, she kicked an empty tin can and watched it bounce down the road ahead of her. Her mother made her go to this stupid football game so she could “interact with people her age”
Bullshit. She just wanted her to watch all the cheerleaders do their little act, so she could have the sudden urge to go down there and join them. She flicked her black hair back over her shoulder, grinning at the streaks of blue she had dyed into it. Her act of rebellion. Well, that and her nose ring. She went out and got it while her mom was away. But the second she turned 18 and didn’t have to listen to her, she was planning on getting all kinds of piercings and tattoos. As many as she could get away with. She gave a grin, her lips covered in black lipstick that stood as a stark contrast to her incredibly pale skin. She always did like black, from her fishnet stockings and mini skirt to her band T-shirt. But of course, if mother had her way, it would be pink and white all the way. She grimaced. At last she arrived at the football field, immediately skirting around the actual entrance and ducking beneath the bleachers, where her friends were waiting. Not like she was going to actually watch the game