Getting into the Spirit

Luna Ryuhoshi walked at a slow but steady pace through the halls of the school. The final bell had rung, and students filled the hallways, retrieving books from lockers, or storing backpacks for the weekend. It was Friday, and normally Luna would be rushing straight home to her Master. However, today was different. Today she had to help her classmates with the banner and decorations for Spirit Week which started next week. Normally, she could get around helping with such things, but for some reason she had gained attention in one of her classes, and now the class president just wouldn't leave her alone about it. So to shut her up, Luna decided she would help...just this once.

A boy student wearing a kendo letterman jacket bumped into her shoulder roughly, causing her to drop her books. She paused for a moment, then stooped down to pick them up. As she stood up, another kendo student knocked her books from her hand once more, laughing as he did so. She grit her teeth. Since when did she start getting all this undesired attention? She picked up her things again and stood and looked at the mirror on the wall. Nothing had changed about her physically. Well...certain features might have been growing lately...but that couldn't be the cause of her sudden spotlight. Her eyes were the same violet color as usual. She hadn't cut her hair in months. Master wouldn't let her do that. And she was wearing her school uniform. There was nothing special or outstanding about her. So why was she--

"Hey, freak! Scared of your own image, are you?" A male voice sounded from behind her, and in the mirror, Luna's eyes narrowed. This boy had no idea who he was dealing with. She turned from the mirror and began to walk the hall again, making her way to the music room where she had been told to meet with the rest of the prep team. She wished she could just run home. But the class president had been very adamant about her being there. This would affect her grade, and her chances of graduating. She had no choice.

Master would just have to understand.

She opened the door to the music room.....and discovered it to be empty. No one had shown up yet. Figures. Everyone probably had stuff to do, people to talk to. She guessed she wouldn't see another soul for at least another hour. Perfect. That gave her time to write some poetry. The mirror had given her some inspiration...maybe she could finish a piece before she was interrupted.