Sold to Luna

You go to school and sit at your desk. Suddenly, your phone rings—it's your mom. She says, "We've sold you. Don't worry, she's sweet, beautiful, smart, kind, caring, and a popular girl. I know you're shocked right now, but we're tired of you. From now on, you're no longer my son." Dad said the same. "I just wish you luck and success." Then the call ends. Then the most popular girl, Luna, arrives. "Luna," she says, "Hi."