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3rd Chapter | The Name Game | Book
Chapter 3: A new encounter Something had awakened Luna when she was asleep in the alley. A…pop? She’d heard it through her sleep, and now awake, wondered what it could be. Perhaps it was just a lone squirrel…or something more? POP! There! She’d heard it once more. Louder. She turned to look in the direction of the sound but found nothing but darkness. What had made that noise? No, who had made that noise? Another pop. Huh? Luna rubbed her eyes to make sure that she heard right. Once her vision was clear, she looked in the direction of the pop once more. Instead of just darkness, there was now a small…
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The Name Game CHAPTER 3 SNEAK PEEK!
I’m still working on the chapter, but I hope yall enjoy this sneak peek at the text! I hope you all are well! :3 (I won’t include who’s speaking so I don’t spoil it! :P) “Oh, but that’s just unfair! How come she never lived with me, then?” “Well, perhaps she didn’t know you were…uh…alive…?”“That’s just ridiculous! So you’re telling me that I have a…?”“Yup, and she cares about you very dearly.” ——— raised his hands in the air. “You comin’, or am I wasting my precious time here in this gross alley?!” That’s it for today dears! See you when I post the next chapter (sOoN!) <3 :3
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2nd Chapter | The Name Game | Book
Chapter 2: The Life No One Has In the daytime, Luna tried helplessly to make money to buy food. If she wasn’t successful enough, she’d have to look for dinner in the garbage dump in the alley. It was a very disgusting place. That day, Luna only got 46 cents, and obviously there was nothing to buy with that, except maybe a small, kid-size juice box. She bought that and sat back down in her alley, drinking the orange juice hungirly. But now it was night, and she didn’t have anything to eat for she had no more money. It was clear, her dinner would be in the trash cans.…
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1st Chapter | The Name Game | Book
Chapter 1: The Mysterious Past In the dark, smelly, rat filled alley in Jhonson City, Arkansas, a girl sat. The cold, whooshing air blew past her. If a person passed her, perhaps they may have thought of her sleeping. But no; the child was far from tired. She was wide awake, just crying intently. This was Luna Peterson Smith. A girl, one might think, would be in her house eating dinner and having conversations with her family. People passing by often thought of her as a stray, like an animal. She wasn’t surprised, for she did look and smell nasty. But she could not help it. Once, eight years ago,…