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THEO'S POINT OF VIEW. Her name was Luna…just Luna. I hadn’t bothered learning her last name, because I’d been too focused on what was going on at home. She was the daughter of the school’s janitor, who always had a sandwich ready for me during lunch. It was like she knew my father had starved me at home for weeks, so she had food ready for me every day. I’d eat it alone in class when everybody else had gone to play, because if I had eaten it where anyone would see, my father would know about it immediately. I remember how she always had her brown hair slipped into small pigtail braids, and how her small dress always had some food stains on it. The freckles that were scattered across her cheeks like small dots that I always thought would transfer to my hands if I touched her. I’d tried to ignore her and just focus on school, and the desire to be out of the hell that was my father’s mansion, but she was stubborn. She was always ready and waiting for me at lunch time with her small pink