miraluna

 ahem* once upon a time there was a little boy named terry mcgee, a small,smart, and rather lonley little 3rd grader. as he went to school that day he wondered about that nervous twicht he felt at the back of his neck, and a rather ominous wind that seemed to blow that day. really the day itself seemed like any other, the typical "listen to the teacher talk about math crap" and so on, it seemed like an enternity but sure enough. RING!!!!! the lunch bell!! terry excited as any other kid that class was over for now ran outside carrying his lunch pale.....of course their was the fact that everyother kid shoved him out of the way, so by the