Luna Landscape by Kim Warren

Being born on Neptune was a complete accident on my part. Well I guess most babies can’t help where they were born, but I stick to my guns when I say that mine was genuinely not planned at all. However, my parents saw it differently and have been punishing me pretty much since that day for being born on a lower class planet; apparently it was frowned on at the club. In fact, they were so embarrassed by my place of birth choice that for the first six months of my life they told everyone I had been born on a shuttle craft, which is unheard of. But of course this was swallowed completely by their idiot friends on Mercury, that is until I turned one and they could no longer hide it. My palms were the first to turn, my arms and chest followed and before my parents could do anything about it, I was blue. A blue baby, what a shameful disgrace, especially seems Carol had just given birth to the most beautiful purple baby. Venus was a popular birth choice for expecting mothers. So, to hide me during my shameful childhood they took me to the most deserted place they could find. The moon orbiting earth, and that’s where I stayed for 18 years until finally adulthood struck and I turn bright silver. Oh how they envy me now. So if I have any advice for you all, don’t follow the trend and have a baby on Neptune.