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“How has school been, Luna?” Mrs. Carolyn asks me and it takes everything in me not to grumble at hearing the title she insists on using. “Please, don’t call me Luna,” I ask her with a frown. “It’s been so weird being at school with the others kids my age, but being called Luna. I just want to be Celeste, at least with my friends.” “I can see how that’s tough,” she says kindly, placing a casserole on the table as Austin sits down unceremoniously in a chair across from me. He's lacked most manners any time I've been here, but honestly, it just reminds me of home. “Why’s it weird?” he asks me, completely clueless as picks up his glass filled with water and downs it in one go. I just smile at him as he puts a giant serving of the casserole onto his plate and passes the spoon to Beta