My name is Moon.

I am 16 years old.

And... fine, I live in Russia, but I prefer to call it This Country. Why? Let's just say it's complicated.

I have been living in the Krasnodar Krai for almost 10 months now. Before that, I lived in St. Petersburg, and before that, I lived... wait, why am I telling you this?

Nevermind. Let's move on.

Until 2021, I was a completely ordinary girl. Although... wait, why ordinary?

There is still a lot that I have to tell... I think the most important is, I have autism.

At first, I thought I was just... a little weird. You know, the kind of odd that makes you awkward at parties but doesn't get you picked last for gym. I believe everyone noticed that kind of thing, and of course, some of them talked about it. But when at least one of them said that I was on the spectrum, I sometimes answered them rudely: "No, I'm not!"

As you probably guessed, this has always been a huge problem for me. At least because she always behaved strangely: I was rocking on a chair, flapping my hands, and blah-blah-blah.

No, of course, I knew that my behaviour was pretty weird, but... It took the most problematic form when I was in 7th grade.

Then some of the guys in the class seemed to start bullying me. They provoked me to scream or do something like that. I even knocked over my desk once. They also stole my personal belongings. It all ended when I tore a shirt from one of them.

Then they decided to transfer me to homeschooling. Well, I can't call it "homeschooling" at least because I still went to school, but I was separated from other children. They said it was for my "special needs." I didn't like it at first, because... well, autistic people don't like changes. But I think I got used to it soon.

And then, during the holidays, when I graduated from the 8th grade, we moved to Krasnodar Krai. This place — like our new home for example — is very different. Now I live in some village or something. Now I have a separate room. However, the news that we would be living in a new place didn't exactly thrill me. But my parents said it was for the better.

At night, I see a lot of stars and constellations, more than I saw in Petersburg. I occasionally look out the window to see them. I saw Orion recently, and in the summer, I saw Ursa Major.

I like the stars. I believe that every person who dies, no matter who they are, eventually becomes a star. It's a comforting thought, especially when I feel lonely. And let's be honest, it's pretty easy to feel lonely out here. The village is so quiet, and there isn't much to do. But it's peaceful in a way that I never had before.

By the way, I was diagnosed with autism that summer. Well, sorta. At least I got a peek at one of the papers the doctor gave to my mum. It had a bunch of medical jargon, but the word "autism" was right there in bold letters. Now I have to take some pills. They're supposed to help with my "mood swings" and "hyperactivity." I don't feel much different, but I guess that's what the doctors are for.

Honestly? I hate my diagnosis. You know, sometimes I think that both God and Jesus Christ if they ever existed, flipped me the hugest bird they could plip.

Ugh... I wish I was born normal. I wish I didn't have to deal with all this crap. I wish I could just... fit in. Like everyone else. At least a little. Please. At least. A little. Okay?

I'm doing better at my new school. It's smaller, and people are... different. They're not as mean, at least not to my face. I dunno if they seem to know about my condition, but I hope that at least they've been told to be nice.

However, my parents are still unemployed. We live on grandma's pension. We also have two male dogs and three cats. Recently, my parents decided to make money on streams. Of course, I understand perfectly well that nothing will work out for them, so I'm also thinking about earning money. What for? Well, at least to pay for the phone bill with no need to borrow from Mum every month.

I decided to create adoptables. Adoptables are virtual characters you can design and sell to people online. It's a thing. People pay real money for them. I figured if I could make something that others liked, maybe I could make some extra cash to help out.

So far, I'm just experimenting. First, I've given away my white-tailed deer to people on DeviantArt (EtMoon24), 7 pieces (3 bucks and 4 does). Recently, I gave away 8 Jack Russel Terriers.

Oh, and one more thing... I've been writing this fanfiction since 2024. I could tell you more about why I love mascots, but that's for another time.

Until then, here I am, writing this crappy fanfic...

P. S.: And by the way, if you ever meet Alex, tell him that I live in Southwark.