Jay Saturday, September 3 I’ve already been given my cloak and brooch– green. The ranking is wrapping up after what feels like ages, but I’m sure the halls will be a mess of gossip. I don’t even know this Luna girl, but I already feel bad for her. I’m contemplating standing up for her later when I hear crying. It’s quiet– nearly silent, but I hear it, and I know it’s Luna. I find her in the crowd and her head is bowed down just barely, Sol’s arms wrapped around her shoulders in comfort. That’s when I know I’m going to pick Luna as my friend. She deserves someone to stand up for her, and I’m afraid that Sol will get caught up in his high rank and forget about her sometimes.
