Love

How does it feel to be loved? Happy? Joyful? Exciting?

Well, you're lucky... My name is Luna, I'm a fox, and I'm 12 years old. I'm an orphan. You may be thinking, Luna, why are you an orphan? Well, as nosy as you sound, here's the story. My mom and dad were loving parents. Maybe. I can't remember. But what I do remember is that my mom was... not as loving as any mom would be.

She always made me wear a super ugly dress. It looks like if it came straight from the Pilgrim days, if you know what I mean. How do I know about the Pilgrims? Well, one nice thing my mom did was home-school me. She thought that taking me to a public school would be "bad for me". I don't know why she didn't just take me to a private school.

When she kicked me out of the house, I didn't know what to say. I was heartbroken, and only had a bag with a journal that came with a pencil, a blanket, a pillow, and some food. My mom actually prepared that... I bet my mom and dad are happy now that I'm gone... Oh, sorry. At that very minute, I was crying. How could I not?

I still don't know why my parents kicked me out. Maybe it's because I was ugly? I blame that on them, for making me wear a dress like this. That is sort of reasonable, I guess. But all I can say is, living on the street of the alley in Jamaa Township is hard. It's really cold, and I have little food left, but I mostly go digging in the trash. I know, it's gross, but hey! The sub sandwiches I find in there aren't that bad! Oh, sorry... Did I gross you out?

Alright, about the alley itself. I mostly see gangs of arctic wolves there, but other than that, it's pretty quiet. Then there's the occasional gust of cold wind that knocks me down. I use my blanket to keep warm, though. But, whew, it's cold now! At this point, I don't think I'm going to survive. At least not on my own.

One of my orphan instincts is knowing that it is always colder at night, but I think everyone knows that. In fact, it's night right now. Good night! See you in the morning!

Hello! It's morning right now, and it is... still cold. It's been cold recently... I don't even know what month it is! I'm guessing... January. Am I right...? Anyway, it's early morning, and so far no gusts of wind. Yes, it's cold, but no wind gusts. Oh no! I'm almost out of paper in this journal! Well, see you again! I hope...