There was a time when things were better. When all of the Star Children were working together to save humanity. My grandma used to tell me stories of how it used to be; before she died. There used to be jungles, forests, and bare mountain sides as far as the eye could see. And the sky, it used to be the bluest of blue. My mom used to show me pictures. But now, the sky is covered in factory smoke, and where the jungles and the forests used to be, there are now houses and factories. We can't go outside without wearing a special mask to help us breathe otherwise we'd all be dead. Most houses fall apart before our very eyes. Mine being one of them. Our clothes are too small. My parents have to starve themselves to make sure my three brothers and I eat. But most of the time, when they aren't looking, I split my food in between the boys. Every evening, my dad would come home smelling like oil, gasoline, and stinky feet, all mixed into one. But every night, when we laid down for bed, my mother would sit by the fire, mending our clothes, and she would tell us a story about the Star Children, about the birthmark in the shape of a star that could be seen on the corner of their eye. She would speak about how much better the Earth would be if they came back. She would even look at us and say “they are coming back, one day, to save us all.” Oh how I wished they would. But little did I know that I myself carried that mark. And the day I found out, was the day my life changed forever. This is my story, my journey to saving earth.
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Saving Earth
FantasyIn a world where they cruelly treated by their President. Where the sky is covered in pollution and there is no fresh water or air, one girl must bring together the last few remaining Star Children before all of Earth goes down in flames. Will she b...
