The Moonless Sky: English

By Shanna Wilson

Robin Majors is known as a normal high school girl at Victoria high school in Edmonton Alberta, but that's all a lie from what the real world is, after leaving centuries ago from Edmonton with her mother. robin has come to realize she has to go back home to see her father and brother, but in doing so of returning to Edmonton, she has to face a lot of demons in the long run if she has to come to terms on returning to the one place that caused her pain and hurt. But once she finally gets hear to her family, and comes to terms about what to do about her magical life, she sees someone she gotten close to from her pas, and is dealing with someone who died from her past the has to deal with, and someone who betrays her in the long run, what should robin do, choose to run again or face what other obstacle dangers she has to face further on.....the truth!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 10, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483637648

Shanna Wilson

Shanna Wilson lives in Kikino Metise settlement, in Canada, she went to school to get her Deploma to seek out the career she has wanted, but multiple teacher wouldn't let her graduate with a Deploma because of an school error in J.A Williams high, just when she was about to Granduate and thought she would have the best accomplishment of all time in school, she just found out it wasn't about to happen. so once she talked to the teachers, she had cried and ended up trying to figure out what she can make out to make her dreams come true, since Shanna Wilson has been a little girl she has always wanted to become the best writer as possible and once Shanna's mother and father told her. ("Shanna no matter how bad things turn out in your life and no matte how hurt you may have been, you can still make anything happen, if you want to be a writer and make your own way to gain the success you want then do it by your self and make it happen.") and from what had happen Shanna made that happen. after making things happen for Shanna Wilson she has been trying to focus on how to get passed the hurt school has caused her, she met a man she thought could make the beset life as possible, but once she gotten pregnant with her daughter, and started to see how prefect life could be wit just Shanna and her new loving daughter. she came to realize to start making her dreams come truth for her and her daughters sake. after dealing with so much problems with Shanna's baby daddy, she left him and had to deal with factors of being a single mother in the long run. after five years later, raising her own daughter the best way possible, after dealing with the factor that Shanna's boyfriend wouldn't come to terms to take car of her and her baby she had to take matters into her own hands, she had to go find her self a job and earn her way to raise her daughter Elma. once she found away to come to terms to raining her baby girl on her own, with the help of her parents Johanna and Harold Wilson. she had to go through the hard ways to take care of her daughter, she come to start finishing writing the moonless sky, and after staring at the multiple pages of work she has done. she has finally come to terms how proud and happy she come to realize at how right it felt to finally finish the one thing that made her happy. and writing the moonless sky was the best time of her life, because she got to writing an interesting book she though she never got to do, and now after finally seeing what she did, she is now happy with her daughter, and knowledge of knowing she made a book for her daughter and herself. once she finally finish writing moonless sky she started making her focus to move out of her parents place to move into Kikino Metis settlement where she can start the family she wanted for her daughter, and now she is giving the best life possible for her daughter, she hope this adventure with the moonless sky will go further, then just writing and Extention to the moonless sky.

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CHAPTER 1

Home

My mom drove me to the train station with a perfume smell having an untouchable fragrance. It was five degrees in Calgary; the sky was limitless, with a cloudless breeze. I was wearing my one-of-a-time jersey—sleeveless, white, with angled stripes; I was wearing it as a farewell gesture. My carry-on was fuchsia.

In a well hard-core northwest Alberta, Canada, there was a city called Edmonton under the surface of the night sky. It flares on this inconsequential town more than you can ever imagine in a place in a state of Canada. It was from this gloomy, omnipresent flare that my mother once escaped with me when I was only three years old. This was the city that I have been bound to spend every winter until I was fifteen. That was the year I ultimately put my foot down; for the past Christmases, my father, Dalton, went on vacations with me to Bermuda for the last three weeks.

It was to Edmonton to expatriate me—some action had great terror. I ostracized Edmonton.

I adored Calgary. I loved the sun baking my own skin. I loved the vigorous extensive city.

Robin, my mother said to me—the millionth time—before I got on the train. Will you be all right?

My mother looks like my grandmother, except with the wrinkled skin. I felt something like a spasm coming along as I started to stare at her big bright blue eyes. How can I leave my irregular, impractical mother to fend for her own needs? But of course she had Jason for the time being, so the unpaid bills will be paid, and there will be food at home, gas in the car she has paid for, and someone to take good care of her, but…

I have to go, I lied. I have always been a liar when I want to be, but lately it hasn’t been so convicting.

Tell your father thanks for me.

Of course I will.

I’ll see you later. She insisted, Just come back when you feel up to it—I’ll be here as soon as you get back.

Somehow I could see the external in her eyes behind the pledge.

Don’t worry I’ll be back, I urged. It will be fine. I love you, Mom.

She hugged me extremely tight for a couple of minutes, and then I got on the train, and she was gone.

It was a three-hour train ride from Calgary to Edmonton. Another hour in an irregular train ride to Spruce Grove and a ride to Edmonton. Taking a train doesn’t really bother me; the drive in the truck with Dalton, though, was a complete disaster.

Dalton had really been Joyce about the whole thing. He just seem a little pleased that I was coming to live with him for the first time since I have seen him; he hasn’t been so thrilled to see me with a degree or an intransience. He also had already gotten me registered for high school and was going to help me get a vehicle.

But it was going to be awkward with Dalton. Neither of us was what we call prolix, and I didn’t know there was anything to regardless say. I figured he was confused about my total decision—like Mom. I wouldn’t make it a secret to detest Edmonton.

When the train stopped in Spruce Grove, it was raining. I didn’t see it as an omen—just inescapable. I have already said farewell to the sun.

Dalton was waiting for me in the parking lot of the train station. This is expected too. Dalton was the chief mayor of the city. My main principle behind buying a car, despite the lack of funds, is that I refuse to ride in a big long limo. Nothing tones down once the mayor of Edmonton shows up.

Dalton gave me an awkward one-arm hug when I just sprawled down to the parking lot.

It’s good to see you, Robs, he said, smiling as he spontaneously studied me. You haven’t changed since the last time I saw you. How’s Angeles?

Mom’s fine. It’s nice to see you, Dad. I wasn’t allowed to call him Dalton to his face.

I had only a few suitcases. Most of my Arizona stuff were too permeable to bring to Edmonton. Mom and I had to pull a couple strings to supplement for my winter clothes, but it was still scanty. It fits the trunk of the limo.

I found a good car for you, he just announced when we were strapped in.

What kind of car? I was skeptical with the way he said good car for your taste, as if just good car.

Well, it’s a jeep, Chevy.

Where did you find it?

Do you remember Rawson Torun down at west end? West end is a small reservation on the west side of Edmonton.

Uh… sort of.

He, used to come with us swimming at West Edmonton Mall, Dalton prompted.

There we go. That could be a reason why I blocked that moment out, and somehow I do a good job blocking throbbing, unnecessary things in my mind.

He’s in a wheelchair now, Dalton went on when I didn’t really care. So he can’t drive until he gets better, but the vehicle is not that much.

What is the year on it? I could see the change of appearance, that he was hoping I didn’t ask him that question.

Well, Rawson’s son did a good job on the engine—but it’s a couple years old though.

I just wish he wouldn’t think so little of me; I just didn’t give up that quick. When did he get it?

He got it in 1987, I think.

Is it new?

Well, not exactly. I think it was new when he bought it—or he got it when his father gave it to him, he confessed sheepishly.

Dal—Dad, I don’t even know a thing about a vehicle. I wouldn’t be able to find a mechanic, and the money…

Robin, it runs great. They don’t have anything like that anymore.

Anything, I began to tell myself… is responsibility—it was something my father didn’t know about.

How cheap is it? After all, that was the part I wanted to eagerly know about.

Well, baby, I already got it for you, as a welcome-home gift. Charlie peeked at me from the side with a hopeful expression.

Wow. Free of charge.

You didn’t have to do this, Dad. I was going to find a car for myself.

I wanted to. I just want you to be happy in Edmonton. He was looking out of the black-colored window; Dalton wasn’t a person that expressed his emotions too erectly. I inherited that from him. So I looked ahead as I respond.

That’s great, Dad, thanks, I love it. No need to say my being happy here in Edmonton is quite impossible. He didn’t need to comprehend being with me. And I never thought I would get a free jeep in the month—or an engine.

Well, now, you’re welcome, sweetheart, he mumbled, embarrassed by my appreciation.

We have exchanged a few comments about the weather, and it ended unexpectedly wet, and that was pretty much the end of the conversation. We stared out at the window in silence.

It was wonderful being here; I couldn’t really deny that.

Everything about this place was yellow: the trees, grass, the trunks covered with moss, their branches with yellow leaves falling from them, the ground covered with every fallen leaf you can find. Even the air filters were down with the blowing leaves.

It was too yellow—like an abnormal planet.

Eventually we made it to the house. He still lived in the mansion we once lived in; it had five bedrooms. He had bought the house when he was still married to my mother. Those were the most peaceful days of their marriage; those were the best ones. Right there parked on the street in front of the mansion that has never once changed was my new—well, was new—jeep. It was a faded gray color. With a big fender you couldn’t quite place and a bulbous cab. To my extreme surprise, I loved it. Plus it has one of toughest solid flares, which you couldn’t quite damage—the kind you can see that won’t be damaged.

Oh my god, Dad, I love it! Thanks! Now the most horrific day, tomorrow, wouldn’t be as much painful to go to. I wouldn’t want to face school or the cold accepting a ride in Dad’s limo.

I am happy you enjoy it, Dalton said gruffly, embarrassed once again.

It only took us briefly one trip to my bedroom. I mostly got the east side of the mansion. The room was familiar; it had belonged to me when I was born. The wooden floor, the light yellow walls, the peaked pink lace curtains all over the window were my childhood belongings. The only changes Dalton had made were the new desk he newly equipped. And the queen-size bed he put in as I grew. The new desk held a secondhand computer, with a phone line modem stapled along the floor to the nearest phone jack. This was a speculation from my mother so I could stay in touch easily. The rocking chair from my baby days was still on the balcony of my room.

There was a bathroom right next to my closet, which was newly renovated by my father’s command. I hope my father won’t go to extreme measures to keep me here.

One of the best qualities about Dalton is he doesn’t quiver to a far distance. He left me alone to let me explore my expectations of how the house turned out since the renovations were done. It was really nice to not smile in front of someone you couldn’t quite satisfy. A dreadful relief. I start out the window to sheet the rain out, and dwelling tears hadn’t helped me much. I wasn’t in the mood to get into a real crying jag. I would save that for bed when I have to dwell on the events tomorrow brings.

Victoria High School had a frightening total of ninety-nine—now one hundred students; there were more than eight hundred people in my class alone back home. All the kids here had grown up together—their great-grandparents had been toddlers together. I would be this newbie, this abnormal freak in this city.

Maybe I should be this girl from Calgary. I could work this to my advantage. But physically, I will never fit in. I should be this girl with wavy blonde hair who is a tad sporty—a volleyball player or some cheerleader perhaps. All of those things would just blend with the valley of the sun.

Instead ivory skinned, without blue eyes and with wavy brown hair, despite the constant sunshine. I have always been not that slender and slim, just been somehow athletic; I didn’t find it necessary to get a well-found passion for sports without humiliating myself in front of a crowd.

Facing that I was lying to myself. It just wasn’t the physical that I wouldn’t fit in. And if I could find an inch in school, then there was really no chance of fitting in school.

I didn’t quite relate to the people at my age. Well, maybe the reason was I just didn’t relate to people, period. The one person that I could ever relate to was my best friend and my sister, my mom. She was the only person I could really count on and could ever trust. Maybe there was something I was seeing that no one could ever quite find; maybe there was something wrong with my brain no one could really place.

But tomorrow was another day. All that mattered to me was the effect of someone else being happy for the time being. And tomorrow will just be another day in Canada.

Sleep didn’t help me much, even from the tears dropping to my sheets. The constant whooshing coming from the roof and the way the rain came down wouldn’t just dissipate into the background. Putting the old invaded lack fabric blanket over my head from hearing the sound of hurt, I still couldn’t sleep. I tried the pillow, but it won’t work its magic. Somehow I could fall asleep when it hit midnight, when everything just drizzled to nothing.

The thick fog was like ice. Getting up and placing my hand in front of it gave me satisfaction. Feeling the touch of its warm, wet cold killed my heart; feeling it dissipate from my own touch made it creep up into a cage.

Breakfast wasn’t the most pleasant thing to have in the morning; Dalton just came into the kitchen with a nice big fancy suit for work. Looking at him with his unusual routine to keep everything gain at its own pace, I keep watching how extraordinary he could be sometimes—in a way he is an idiot, but in other ways I agree with his tactics to make everything his own way at all costs. I walked around the house to explore a bit before I begin my day at a school at Victoria High. First, I find a wedding picture of my mom and dad in Hawaii with me by their side. Seeing them like that brings memories back into my head, hearing the excitement of Mom dancing with Dad, giving her power to achieve happiness. But nothing has changed since the last year. Feeling so compadidnt, I kept looking around to see so many pictures of Mom. I think somehow Dad does still love Mom but has to hide it for some odd reason.

Being so uncomfortable seeing Dalton not over my mother is very difficult to understand. I just wouldn’t want to know by asking him the total question about why he was just moping around here like a wannabe.

I didn’t think being early would be a problem when I got to Victoria High, but I couldn’t stand to stay one foot in the house. I donned my jacket, which felt like iron, then headed out into the mythic fog.

Under the epic rain coming down to my own flesh, I rush to my jeep to keep myself warm from the rain. Being drenched was something I never thought I would ever feel from Edmonton. Hearing my Goth music, I held my breath from panting so hard from entering the hard rain coming down to my own body.

Inside the jeep, I feel warm and cozy from the heat of the vehicle. Breathing normally is one thing that kept my day going completely forward. Getting the engine ready, I drove to school, and I began my terrifying day. finding the school wasn’t that hard to figure out. Driving to the main parking lot to school wasn’t easy to get in. You needed a passing code to get a parking spot, and knowing I had to get my pass was overwhelming because I was being pushed to have information about myself.

Finding a parking spot was the least thing that I was worried about, but the real hard thing was finding the main office and getting inside. Entering wasn’t quite pleasant. Everyone was just staring at you—people wouldn’t even try to help you out in some ways. Top of all that, I couldn’t quite bring myself to ask for help.

The room of the office was somewhat okay. This little area was different from the school I was at in Calgary. Trying to find a person to assist me was the most difficult thing I could ever request, knowing all the papers scattered all over the place, and seeing a lady cluttered around like a hunchback frightened me. I marched up to the counter to seek my school information. Looking beyond the counter, you can see people rushing to find the right file to start the day; you also can see so many papers that are missing from those same files as well.

The woman on the other side of the counter looked like she was in her twenties, and she looked slim, with rosy cheeks and a suit that looked similar to my father’s, but the only difference is she is wearing high heels and white button-down T-shirt. She also had brown hair and brown eyes.

The woman looked up. May I help you?

I’m Robin Corbin, I informed her and saw the intended awareness coming from her eyes. The way she was examining my vision made me question if she would let me get my information. Somehow gossip never stops when it comes around because the way she was looking at me was like the mayor’s daughter finally appeared at last.

Oh yes, here you are, she said. She began to dig even closer to take a peek at my own personal file to see if it was really my name on it.

She underlined the classes, the grades, and the teachers I will be seeing. Everything was there. She even showed me a map to go to the right classes.

Once she showed me the proper classes to go to, I went back to my jeep to gather all my stuff to put in the new company locker I have, but all the student arrived at the school. Great, this should be a pleasant evening to start the day. I miss Calgary, feeling the static heat on your skin, hearing