Real Nightmare

One thing I noticed in my two years at Southshire Academy, they don’t take foundation day lightly. Lucas’s grandfather’s monument in front of the main building is newly painted.

“It feels weird staring at that,” Luna mumbled beside me. We’re sitting on the bench in front of the main building. I followed where she’s looking and just like me, she’s staring at the monument of Lucian Southshire, the founder of the school.

“Why?” I asked in confusion.

“It looks like I’m looking at Lucas and it makes me cringe.” She caressed her arms like she really is having goosebumps.

I didn’t mean to but I laughed out loud at what she said. Luna is wearing a yellow sundress like she’s just going to the beach, while I settled for a yellow turtle neck and black dress that flows down my ankle.

“Why yellow?” I asked her, “We look like bunches of baby ducks.”

“I don’t know. I’m just disseminating memos. Better than when we’re sophomores.” She s