Chasing Stars

Chasing stars part 1

I remember looking at the stars every night before I went to sleep. As child I would wish upon the stars for my dreams to come true. Most of all I wish to be taken away. Somehow I knew that would never happen. Wishing upon stars was starting to lose it glamour as I grew up, less and less I would gaze upon the stars until I did not bother even looking at them.

I'm 18 now, my name is Liz owl I was a dreamer up until I wastwelve years old when my parents have gotten a divorce. I would rarely turn to the stars for my answer, then one night I made my one last wish for things to change in my life. I wanted my family back together and most of all I wanted to believe that love was true but something in me knew it would never come true.

I was a loner stuck in a cage house where there was never an escape. I was homeschooled. My mother taught me everything I need to know. I was to go off to collage but I was nervous! I had no clue had to be around people very well. Most of all I did not feel like I belonged in this world. It was a silly feeling and maybe it was because of all that time wasted on wishing on stars.

It was the summer and like every summer I had nothing to do. My mother was off to Florida to advertise one of her books. She was a teen author and often times I was the one to read her books and critic. She was to be away for about a week or two since she was going to be hitting different areas before coming back to New York.

Yay two weeks to myself how thrilling! There was barley anything to do in the massive mansion of a house only to stare at the cook, the butlers and maybe the cleaning lady to go by. My only soul companion would be Georgia. She was the cook, but I love to go down and visit her. She was the sweetest person in the world and maybe the only person that knew I was there. I remember the many times going down the back steps just to sneak into the kitchen to get a cup of hot chocolate and be to be reward with her delicious raspberry white chocolate scone right piping hot out of the oven.

If I closed my eye I could smell them now. I could even feel my mouth to start to water. I could smell the spices emanating from the chia tea. Wait a minute. I sniffed the air, oh it is her scones and her chia tea.

I looked at my blog I was writing in... "I'll come back." I stopped my typing and turned to leave my room when I saw a flicker of movement through my window. I walked steadily toward it but when I looked out there was nothing there. How strange... thought I saw something shinny almost. I shook the feeling off. I felt almost like one of those birds that felt that anything that seemed anywhere shiny would attract my attention and then I would stretch out my claw and fly away with my prize.

I stood looking into nowhere forgetting about Georgia and her scones and tea waiting for me. I was somewhere where no one could find me, in my own little world. How free I felt, truly, truly free.

I turned away from the window almost hesitate as if I did not want to miss a movement. I could not help an uneasy feeling coursing through my body.

I headed out to the long hallway; I turned to the right and past the museum of pictures when I heard a floorboard creek. I jumped but only to see my cat Tinkerbell and her big gray eyes staring back at me with blank expression on her face and her head tilted to the side. "meow" she said

I remember the time I got her, my dad had brought her home for me as a present. My mom hated having pets and she got pretty mad when my father handed Tink to me. "Here you go sport! I found her on the way home, here owners must have abandon her. I think she must have had siblings but she was the only one left. You take good care of her, she needs someone to keep her company and give her love. But I know my little princess will do just that. Honey now that I love you okay." If as if he knew he was going and never returning. He gave me tinkerbell before my mother and him got a divorced. "I love her daddy, already! And she mine... all mine?" I had grabbed her out of the box then and holding her in my arm dancing about in the den. My mother by then was yelling at my father "How could you? You know how I feel about pets! You spoil far too much....Take that creature away from here." "Honey it's just a cat, please stop arguing in front of her. I'm sure in time you will learn to love it! Don't you worry about it...my little princess will take care of her." I remember him smiling back at me. " I want her to be happy. I want her to have something... that's all I want and you can't deny my daughter that because...it will be you left to explain..." "Explain what daddy." His smile was so distant but yet reassuring "nothing princess. You don't have to worry about a thing. Now just tell me what you're going to name your new kitten." I shook my head "mommy does not like it. I don't think I want it." "Nonsense dear I can live with it. I'm sure you will take good care of it." "Really? I will name her tinkerbell." My dad had laughed then. He gave a deep laugh, one that could fill the room up. "It's perfect and very fitting..." that same night he left.

The only reminder I have of him is tinkerbell and the postcards he send me from where ever he is traveling from. His job makes him travel to a lot of places but as a child I don't remember him travelling at all. I guess he must have started after he left me and my mom. But that what divorce does to a person...they change.

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Okay so this is a original story by me. This is my first time posting her so i'm new at this.

I know it's a bit short but I could not wait any longer I just had to post this.

This is a bit of an intro I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think :D