"I don't understand, what people do. I'm different.
Aren't we all special, my mother said. She said, "We all have a gift, but you have something so extraordinary, it tops the rest... so let the world know you're a beautiful thing to be cherished."
So that's what I'm set out to do. To make, a difference, like everyone else is told. On that topic, if everybody is told they can make a difference, what makes me think I'm different from them?
I'm not, I'm just like them... but I don't want to.
So, what do I do...?"
My thoughts were interrupted, as I looked away from my journal, taking a glance at my laptop that beeped off, hurrying to my telescope. My eyelashes separated as I awed at the beautiful sky, the stars that were aligned to fit the dark blue atmosphere we call "Earth at Night".
My flawless hazel orbs gleamed in the starry light, always fascinated by the fiery rocks in the sky that we wish upon for useless items or hopeless dreams.
"Every god damn time..." I cursed, turning away, closing down my laptop.
"Every day, I lose the opportunity..." I had my teal Polaroid on the bench next to me, picking it up, taking a flawed and blurry picture of the stars that were out of alignment, for the hundredth time.
I sighed, setting the camera down, shaking the picture as I continued sketching the stars perfectly, coordinating the constellations.
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"Please tell me you weren't up all night studying the stars..." A voice woke me up, making me snap my head up.
"O-Oh... no I wasn't.. I promise," I responded to my friend, Cheyenne. She nodded, knowing I was lying, but she shrugged it off.
"You drooled all over your paper, Cin," her voice woke me up once more, making me groan. I took my hoodie sleeve, wiping off my drool, redoing that paper in my journal that I ruined with my saliva, stupid me!
"What is all this for...? And how do you find such good pictures?" Cheyenne asked me, and I smirked, taking a moment to look at my book and answer her question, before meeting her blue gaze.
"I wait for the right answer..."
"...whatever that means...?" She urges me on to continue the thought, but I laugh, shaking my head.
"That's what it means, exactly what I said, no hidden meaning," I smiled, raising an eyebrow, making her sigh.
"What do you have to eat here?" Cheyenne studied my cabinets, while I constructed and organized my thoughts into my journal.
The doorbell rang, and my heart sunk, knowing another person was coming over to criticize me over my hobby, rolling my eyes, standing and opening the door. Katie, one of my best friends, stood at the door, cat in hand.
"You know I'm allergic to cats," I store deep into her soul, making her stare back, before she set her cat back in her car.
"I'm sorry I couldn't leave my cat in my house," she shrugged, and she let herself in, making me sneeze from the cat hair on her sweater.
"I know I don't get out of the house much, but you never do, Cheyenne said so," Katie grabbed my shoulders, and I looked off to the side.
"I'm an awkward, shy person-"
"That's no excuse! Come on... we're trying to help you... you need to make more friends, get more social, and stop looking up at the sky- you can't ever get there..."
"Yes, I can... I'll get there... One day... She's trying to tell me how... you don't understand..."
Katie let go of my shoulders, sighing, "Please... it's for your own good... We want to protect you..."
"From what?"
"Stop being so flipping stubborn! You know exactly why I can't tell you..." Tears trickled down Katie's cheeks, before turning around, fixing her make up, searching the cabinets with Cheyenne.
I heard them mumble and whisper in the kitchen barely, hard to make out a few words, forgetting a few along the way.
"...doesn't understand... doesn't remember... can't remember... would destroy... therapy..."
Blah, blah, blah... heard it all before. What are they talking about, anyways...?
"Cindy, where's all the food we bought yesterday? The only thing we see in the cabinet near the table is Ein's food and toys and bones and such..." Katie called from the kitchen.
"Yeah... I threw out the food to make room for my pictures."
"You punk... I swear to god.." Cheyenne face palmed her forehead. I shrugged, stuffing my hands in my pockets.
"Let's go you dork," Katie took my elbow, pulling me out to the car, setting me in the backseat. I complied, sighing.
"Where are we going?" I cried out, pouting, "Can't we just watch a movie or something in-"
"A movie at the theater? Oh goody! Good idea, Cindy!" Cheyenne clapped, and I rolled my eyes, slouching in my seat. I put in my earbuds, listening to a playlist on my iPod, watching the trees move past the window.
I didn't care for the things on the ground... I just wanted... to be up in the sky...
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Little Authors, I welcome you to, "Searching For Answers"! I plan to finish this book, only one though, depending how it goes.
But, I am a science, biology, space freak, and that's what I wanted to write about, discovery, and space, with lore to it. Yes, I have a plot, I'm not writing blindly, that's the first thing you do wrong when writing a story because your original plot will get buried when you write blindly like that.
Tip For The Day: ALWAYS HAVE A SET PLAN OF WHAT YOU WANT TO WRITE BEFORE WRITING A STORY AND COMMITTING!
Anyway, good night my Little Authors, and dream big! The Sky Is The Limit!
Now peace I'm watching Supernatural Season 11, all of it, tonight. I fail if I don't, *laugh my arse off*
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Searching For Answers
Science Fiction"They say it's hard to find answers to questions, however, they never said it wasn't... impossible." (Social Media to reach me on my profile.)
