When the full moon happens, you turn into a person who’s the opposite of who you normally are. Describe this new you.
Malia sneered at all the hoopla about the romance of a full moon. By the light of the silvery moon, harvest moon, and all that other sentimental garbage meant nothing to her. All she could look forward to when the moon was full was a radical change in her personality that had people looking at her sideways, and avoiding her in the corridors of her building. Even her loyal little dog stepped carefully around her then.
Ordinarily a pleasant, calm, and friendly person, Malia could feel herself morphing into an emotional monster as the moon became full and round. Oh, nothing happened outwardly. Her face stayed the same; she didn’t grow fangs or facial hair. She didn’t howl at the moon from the top of a hill.
She just turned inward. She didn’t want to talk with anyone. She wanted no company, no drop-in visitors. Even her family was not welcome when the full moon glowed in the night sky.
During the months when there were two full moon, Malia just wanted to disappear.
She didn’t understand what happened to her, or why. All she knew was that when the moon was full, she was as ornery as a hibernating bear disturbed from his slumber. She could–and did–slap out at people with her words. She made the timid cry. She made the confident avoid her. Her husband had learned to just wait it out. As the moon waned, so did Malia’s alter-ego. Things would go back to normal, pleasant, and peaceful for 28 days.
Then, look out.