An Infinite Number of Possibilities

Chapter Three

I stare at my little black notebook in front of me. Nothing is on the front, just the shade of midnight, when not a star is in the sky and the Moon isn't visible, just the outline of it present in the endless amount of space yet to be explored. Those are only on the cloudy nights though. Around here, in this small town, stars are visible nearly every night, only disappearing for the fog.

And my, this town is small. Everyone knows everyone, which isn't always so great. If you show up late for work, everyone in the neighborhood knows. They also know not to hire you, even if you'd only been late once. That was another thing. Your entire reputation could be built off of on small thing you did. Maybe that's why my reputation tumbled downhill in less than a month.
It's late June, which means I still have another month before school starts back up again. Which I'm grateful for, I'm not ready to walk those halls anytime soon. Maybe never. I will though, Mother doesn't know any of what goes on at school, and I'm going to keep it that way.
I slam the notebook shut, thinking of nothing good to write down. I get up and walk over to my bookshelf realizing that sadly, I have nothing new to read. I have fifty two books in total, I know it's dejected that I had the time to count them all. It's not like I had anything else to do at the time, just as I don't have anything else to do now. I make a silent note to myself to buy some new books, possibly ones in a series

I saunter away from the bookshelf, and find myself laying on the floor, staring, yet again, at the ceiling tiles. My ceiling, however, wasn't like the bathroom's. Mine had glow in the dark stickers shaped as the moon, the stars, and even the different planets in our solar system. Mom told me when we remodeled my room, that we could take them down if I wanted. I had told her no, and that I had liked them there. Which I did. I had always had a fascination with space, and everything in it. I loved the fact that it's so big. Or the fact that humans hadn't touched a large proportion of it. That we hadn't ruined that, too. Just the fact that there was a countless amount of stars always seemed to reel me in. My father had had a thing for space as well, hence why my name is Jupiter. 

It was darker outside, so I turned to check the time, and watched as the big hand landed on a space just after the one, the little hand being on the nine. I had an analog alarm clock, the kind that when you set an alarm, it dinged at you, and shook slightly until you shut it off. I decided it was a decent enough time to go to bed, considering I was exhausted, somehow, by sitting here all day after my light jog this morning. 

Mom had left earlier for dinner with one of her friends, and hadn't returned yet. I wasn't worried, she probably just went out for a drink or something with Tara, leaving me alone. She had told me she would only be gone for a couple of hours, and I trusted her but had a feeling she wouldn't be home for awhile. I shrugged and pulled my phone out of my back pocket, checking to see if she had messaged, which she hadn't. I toss the phone onto my nightstand, before laying down in my freshly washed sheets. I pulled the white and blue comforter over my body, before I finally fell asleep.