Part One

I know that the prologue is short, so here comes part one!

The Girl Who Loved The Moon
Part One

"Hi." The whisper was so quiet, I barely heard it, but it was there. I looked around. A girl my age was looking at me. She was average height, and she had mousy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She was standing behind me in the lunch line. I had never seen her before, so I realized she must be new to the school.

"Hi. I'm Caroline. Who are you?" I asked her. She blushed, and looked down.

"I'm Joanna." She said in a small voice. Her voice sounded pretty, like a singers. I scrutinized her carefully, but she kept her gaze lowered. We moved up in the lunch line.

"You just moved here? You new in the area?" I asked her. She looked lonely, so I figured it couldn't hurt to keep her company. My friends had already left for camp for the summer.

"Kind of." She said. We got to the front of the line. I took a slice of pizza and an orange juice. She only took a sandwich. I wondered at that. She looked very thin, and her clothes looked worn.

"Hey, you want to sit with me?" I asked. She looked at me, surprised, and then she smiled. It was a tentative smile, but it lit up her face and, for a second, she looked almost pretty. I smiled back, and we sat down at a table. I was starving, and I bit into my pizza with happiness. Pizza was the only good food the cafeteria made. Joanna only took a small bite out of her sandwich. I looked at her curiously. "Aren't you hungry?" I wondered.

"Not really."

"You nervous?"

"About what?"

"Well, you look scared a bit, if you don't mind me saying."

"Oh." She said. She blushed again. "Well, guess I am, a bit."

"Why?"

"I'm not ready to tell...."

"Okay." I backed off. I took another bite of pizza. "What class are you in?"

"I don't know." She looked even more scared now. I must have frightened her with my questions. I didn't say anything else. When the bell rang, Joanna looked around like a lost dog. I felt sorry for her.

"Do you want me to show you to the office? They will know what class you're in." I suggested softly.

"Okay. Thanks." I heard the gratitude in her voice. It sang out like a voice in an empty room. I smiled at her and showed her the way to the office. After making sure she was in good hands, I went to my next class. But all throughout the afternoon, through music and math, I thought about her.