Shooting Star

Chapter 3

"The plane will be taking off soon, please buckle your seat belts." The flight attendant's monotone voice floods the filled plane.

My head rests against the window admiring the midday glow. The canvas was colored in with the brightest blue of the crayon pack. Some cotton balls were glued onto the picture, reminding me of a poster I drew in 2nd grade. In the very corner a sun peeked through the window the way a child would draw a picture.

"So, why are you going to California," A soft voice pulls me away from the drawing that starts to drift away as we reach the sky. I turn my head and see a boy. His hair was a very light brown, like bronze, and it seemed to be shining in the sunlight that was peering through the window. His piercing green eyes were brighter than my soul.

"Oh, I'm just going to an audition for this show," I smile at him.

"Is it Shooting Star?"

"Woah, how did you know?"

"I'm auditioning too," He chuckles, "What's your name?"

"I'm Harley," I say rolling my eyes at my stupid name.

"I'm Kyle," He smiles sheepishly, "Nice to meet you," he holds out his hand and I shake it.

I then notice that he is staring at the braces on my legs, "It's nothing really," I look at my legs.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he says now looking at my face, "What happened? If you don't mind telling me."

"It's a long story," I smile even though I actually really want to tell him.

Kyle looks around the plane, "We've got time."

"Ok, well it all started when I was in 6th grade. I woke up one night and I felt like I couldn't move. I screamed for help and immediately my parents rushed in. At that moment I felt like. I couldn't breathe anymore, and then everything faded to black.

"I woke up in a hospital room surrounded by doctors. They immediately told me I had this rare condition called Oxyformanel Disease which means I could probably have a heart attack at any second.

"My heart constantly ached after that so I had to start taking this medicine to ease the pain, but it weakened the muscles in my legs, so that's why I have to wear these," I smile at him trying to suppress the sadness that the situation brings.

"Wow," Is all that he can say, "I'm sorry."

"But why? You didn't do anything?" I giggle.

"That is true," He smiles sheepishly, "What was your life like before that?"