This book deals with abusive relationships and depression. It is not meant to upset anyone.
Ava (Age five)
I stare out my window and look up at the sky. There are so few clouds and so many bright lights. Stars. I look at the shapes they make and search for ones I haven't seen before. There's one star that's really bright in a group of duller ones.
"Ready for bed?" Mom asks, walking in and sitting on my bed.
"No," I deny, keeping my eyes on the stars.
"What are you doing?" She asks.
"Just looking," I shrug.
"Do you see the Little Dipper?" She asks.
I nod, pointing to it.
"That's right," she smiles. "See that really, really bright star?"
"That one?" I ask, adjusting my hand.
"Yeah," she says. "Do you know what that is?"
"No," I say.
"Polaris," she smiles. "The North Star."
"The North Star?" I ask.
"Yeah," she nods.
"Why is it called Polaris?" I question. "That's a funny name."
"It's a long story that we don't have time for because you have to go to bed," she smiles, picking me up and laying me in bed.
"But, mommy," I whine.
"Goodnight," she smiles, kissing my forehead and laying my blankets over me. "I love you."
"Goodnight," I groan.
She shuts off my light and leaves my room. I climb out of bed and take one last look out my window.
"Goodnight, Polaris," I whisper.
I know what you're thinking. Why would I begin a new book when I don't even have time to update the ones I already have? The answer: I have no idea. Inspiration struck, so I wrote. Tell me what you think of the prologue! The next chapter will jump to Ava's teen years.
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A Star Called PolarisTeen Fiction
Imagine going through countless hardships in life with not a single friend by your side. Just you. That's what life is like for Ava. The only constant in her life is Polaris, the North Star. With only a star to talk to, see Ava's perilous life throw...