Luna's POV. Chapter 1

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Ok this is based off of Luna
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BEEP! BEEP!
I heard the alarm go off. I took my alarm and threw it at my door. Well I needed a new one anyway.

"Wake up we have school", Mylasha said standing in my door way.

"We also have an early practice right Miss Head Cheerleader", she said smiling.

It's times like this when I want nothing to do with cheerleading.

I get up and walk down stairs
(Pic of their house)

I get up and walk down stairs (Pic of their house)

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I grab a piece of bacon and sit down.
"Well you look like crap", Iyania says. I stick my tongue out at her.
"Luna we chew with our mouth closed no one wants to see your nasty tongue or smell your horrid breathe", my mother says.

I put my hand over my heart and fake a shocked look.
"How could you say that to your daughter and your favorite no less!" Ok I might be a little bit of a drama queen.
Little yeah right try HUGE miss OMG he's looking at me.
My wolf Carly says laughing.
I roll my eyes.
"You are not my favorite, because my favorite doesn't kill every alarm clock we get",she says rolling her eyes.

My dad walks in. "Daddy!!" I say along with my sisters.

He walks over and reaches to get some bacon. Mom smacks his hand with her spatula.

"OW WOMAN THAT WAS HOT",he yells. She pops him again.

"DON'T YELL AT ME I'M SENSITIVE", she yells back.

I can't help it anymore I laugh which makes everyone else laugh.

The rest of the pack comes out.
I hug my bestie Mayli.

(Pic of Mayli below)

"Why aren't you ready? We have practice soon", Mayli says

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"Why aren't you ready? We have practice soon", Mayli says.
I run back upstairs and get dressed. In my favorite crop top and a short sparkly skirt. And a gold bracelet and my favorite purse and slip on my shoes.

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