Chapter One

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My name is Viola. Ever since I was little, time and space have been confusing. How do we know the exact time and minute the world started? Are we alone? Maybe we aren't; perhaps the aliens are afraid of us. Humans can destroy the world but can't tell people we love them? That's my problem. When I see him, my heart smiles while I have to keep calm because he doesn't know I exist. I sit behind him in Algebra during third period, and he's only ever looked back on the first day during attendance. He said I have a nice name, and I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. Do I say "thank you" and compliment back, or just nod and smile?

Enough about him, when I was three, my parents got divorced. I spend every other week packing my life away in bags just to visit my other parent. My dad is an alcoholic and my mom remarried after four months. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy she remarried, but my stepsister is the cheer captain at my school. She's also dating Lucas, the boy I've had a crush on for so long, and the only reason she's dating him is because I like him. She only ever spoke a word to him because she saw my face light up when he looked in my direction. I'm proud to say I've had a crush on him since third grade. I was friends with his twin sister before she met my stepsister.

My stepsister is a source of corruption. She consumes every ounce of happiness you have to feed her own, unless you're on the cheer team or someone that doesn't care to deal with her. It's hard enough I have to live with her, but when she tortures me at school and denies we are even related, it's unbearable.

I've always lived with the idea that there might not be a tomorrow. When times were tough, I looked to the stars. What if the stars were meant to be together? However, there's always a bigger, brighter star keeping them apart. I sometimes think me and lucas are soulmates. Tied together by an invisible string that glows while no one is looking. And my stepsister, Steph, is the brighter star that outshines mine.

I'm going to my mom's house tomorrow, which means I'll have to see Steph. But at least I'll get to gaze at the stars one last time before I sleep, to calm myself.

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