True pag-ibig knows no bounderies. sigh. You'll never know what that means, unless you're me. True pag-ibig doesn't care what one looks like. True pag-ibig doesn't care who or WHAT you sre. I am probably the only one who fully understands this.

You're pag-ibig could be the cute guy who smiles at you in class, he could be the one who helped you stand up after you fallen. He could e you're best friend...Or someone who has truly been there all along, ectetra. Thats me. I'm an ectetera.

For those of you that don't know me my name is Luna. My parents are hippy freaks who named my sister, Star, and I after natural beuties. sometimes it get irritating, but I pag-ibig the name. Even if it is just a spanish moon. I have black hair, it is very wavy which irrtates me no end. I always straiten it, and I have to keep on dyeing it so my hair stays a fresh black. People think becasue of my figure I'm littlle miss perfect...they have no idea. Mainly becase, my looks are the only thing I have patince in. I can't learn an intrument, I can't cook or clean. I just don't want to sit there and learn how. Besides looks are madami important....right? wrong. I was so wrong at that time. But hey, pag-ibig can awaken anyone. It sure has awaken me.


My parents are hippy freaks.....but they are really rich because of my dad's best selling books. They won't let me have anything exept cloths though. So even though it's wrong, I'm going to have to steal some money from my dad's wallet. If I hadn't made that desision, I wouldn't be where I am now.

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Okay, This is the first chapter. Please tell me how it is so far k?