"Ew, this shit is terrible," shouted a girl in a volleyball uniform with blue and black stripes, holding a dark blue energy drink. Her words echoed across the half-full classroom.

"It can't be that bad," another girl replied, also in a volleyball uniform.

"It can be. This is literal mud water," the first girl argued.

"But Emma might like it," the first girl proclaimed in a hushed voice.

Both of the girls walked up to a desk at the back of the classroom. The desk had a view of what was outside the massive window.

Another girl was there. She had messy black bedhead hair, wearing a white t-shirt with a skirt.

The first teen girl asked in a cheeky tone, "Hey Emma, how are you doing?" She hid the energy drink behind her back in a somewhat obvious manner.

"Nothing."

Emma replied in a squeamish voice. Looking down, Emma thought to herself that she really didn't want to deal with these girls today or ever, afraid that they might do something horrible to her like the last few times they interacted.

"Are you really sure, though? I thought that one thing just happened to you?" the other girl insisted.

Confused for a moment, Emma was about to speak when suddenly a cold liquid hit her forehead and began casually dripping down.

"Haha, are you sure nothing happened, Emma? Last time I checked, you have mud water in your hair," the first girl teased.

Emma just wanted to run and hide then and there. Thinking about it for a bit, Emma thought to herself, 'at least it's not as bad as it is with Luna and them.'

Half a second later, the door to the classroom swung open furiously, and as soon as it did, the entire class went silent. Another girl was at the door. She had raven black hair, a white shirt with dark blue text that said "Elms," and a volleyball uniform too. It was none other than Luna.

Seeing her, Emma looked like she was ready to give up on life.

"Hey girls, practice is in a bit. Get up and go," Luna announced to the two girls in volleyball uniforms in the classroom.

Looking around the class for a bit, Luna noticed someone.

"Emma, mind getting me some snacks? Thanks, give them to me in the first gym."

Emma reluctantly replied, "No problem, Luna."

Luna left the classroom, and the usual noise of the class began again. Coming to terms with what had just happened, Emma left the classroom in a hurry and headed towards the nearest vending machine. Emma said to herself, 'Although that was very odd timing with Luna, nothing really bad happened. I just got a wet shirt and sticky hair. This is way better than usual...' Thinking about the things that Luna and her gang usually did, Emma wanted to shrivel up into a ball and die.

After hurriedly offering the protein bar that Emma got for Luna, she immediately left the school, faced the afternoon cloudless sun, and ran back home using her special shortcut she had used over the years since Luna's arrival. The path she took usually had multiple dirty alleys with the occasional dead mice or other animals and large chunks of trash in the middle of these alleyways.

After a few minutes, she finally reached an apartment complex in the middle of the city of flowers, Anchorage. It looked relatively new and clean, unlike Emma at the moment, who really wanted to take a shower.

Getting to her apartment door, Emma opened it with half her strength after unlocking it. As she did, Emma saw a figure. She was an older woman still in her late 30s, with neat black hair nearly the opposite of Emma's and dark brown eyes.

"Hey mom," Emma said in a happy tone.

"Emma, what's with your shirt? What happened, sweetie?" replied Emma's mom.

"Nothing much, just felt cold and decided to spill some juice on my head," Emma lied, not wanting to worry her mother.

"..." Emma's mom looked at her with a confused look that was riddled with hints of disappointment in Emma's decision-making skills.

"I'll head to the showers now, then," blurted Emma.

Emma took a long hot shower. It rejuvenated her and made her finally feel a sense of cleanliness. A few minutes passed, and Emma had already gone to bed early, a habit she had ever since Luna and her gang had terrorized her.

2014 April 14th. It was a Tuesday.

As the day passed by, Emma noticed something amazing. Luna wasn't here today. Of course, she could still come back after school, but Emma had already decided she was going to leave early today and try her utmost to avoid Luna's gang of bullies like she usually did.

After school finished, Emma dashed out of the school wearing a cap and mask she borrowed from her mother's closet. This time she had a feeling that she could escape school unscathed today.

She had to stop for a bit after noticing two of the bullies from yesterday were blocking her path. Remaining unnoticed by the bullies, Emma attempted to run from them, and she did.

Before Emma left the school, she heard a group of people gossiping over something that sounded pleasant.

"I heard Luna was extremely depressed for some reason. I don't really know why, but I do know that she is, I think?"

Ever since the bullies came into her life, she had constantly wished that Luna and her gang would drop dead or at least catastrophes would happen to them. So in response to this news she had a big bright smile.

Two weeks passed by, and Luna hadn't come to school at all these days. Emma had it rather nice. In this time, she had been able to go to her favorite club at school and reconnect with some friends who had decided to leave her when Luna approached her, afraid that they'd be caught up in the conflict. The bullies had rarely bothered her. Sometimes they had only asked Emma to buy them some snacks and drinks, which was rather tame.

The path she used to get home changed after Luna's disappearance. She no longer walked through the disgusting alleyways. Instead, she walked on the city's clean sidewalks on her way back home.

Passing by an intersection, Emma stubbed her toe and let out a soundless scream. She inspected what it was.

An iron box that had text in bold red 'WB' and a symbol of a wolf with swan-like wings taking flight.