Moonfright's Diary: Growing Up

Dear Diary: Hello. My name is Moonlight. The orphanage owners say I was given that name since I always looked at the Moon. I guess that sounds right. I have a sissy called Starlight. She was given that name since she loved constellations and outer space. I mean, outer space is nice to me too. Starlight always protects me. No one ever decides to adopt us. I guess it's because Starlight runs up to the people and tells them "Don't even THINK about hurting Lunar." That's her nickname for me. Her nickname is Solar. You know, like lunar eclipse and solar eclipse.

Dear Diary: Today was alright. Except lunch, which was stale bread and cream-of-mushroom soup. And breakfast, which was pancakes as hard as a piece of stone. I think dinner is tomato stew and some gross sauce. One kid threw a stone-cake at me and made my head bleed. Good thing Starlight's so protective, she dragged that kid off somewhere. Haven't seen him for 5 hours. Oh wait, Starlight told me he was being "taken care of". That's good. Finally someone adopted him. *after eating dinner* But if someone adopted him, how come the stew tasted a bit like blood and flesh..? Oh. I guess my head wound was dripping blood a little, and maybe a piece of my skin fell in.

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TO BE CONTINUED in about 30 minutes :3