In the magical city of Star York, where magic is as common as spilled coffee, the Star Festival is the highlight of the year. It's the day when fourteen-year-olds discover their star signs-and try not to trip over their own feet(and excitement) in t...
"Honey, you ready to go in ten?" My mom's voice sounded through the house melodiously. "Yeah, I'll be ready," I called out from my room. Vic was helping me with my hair, which was still stubbornly untidy. Vic ran the brush through my hair repeatedly, and I yelped in pain a few times. Vic huffed. "Do you want me to do your hair or not?" I smiled. "Of course. You're a pro at these kind of things." After a while, she stopped touching my hair and turned my chair so it was now facing the mirror. "Done," she announced. Wow. Vic was really good. My hair was in a braided bun, some loose strands falling from the sides. It was perfect for tonight. My stomach was in literal knots. I quickly took out the dress Mom picked out for me (which I personally thought was...okay) and slipped it on.
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Vic stared at me in awe. Or, to be exact, my dress. Ugh. I'm so tired of all the glances and stuff. Vic wore something like this:
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Now that was too over the top. The dress was really, a bit too...butterflies. But of course, I would never tell Vic that. She spent hours shopping with me just to pick out that dress. I quickly grabbed a pair of small pearl earrings and grabbed the bag Mom told me to bring. Probably the materials needed for the Star Festival. (My StarCell, MagiPen, sweets, sky lanterns, and finally, the Moonlight token Mom bought for me. It's like a VIP pass, and I get to go in the first ten teens to discover our star signs. Makes me even more nervous.) Vic also took her bag and we rushed downstairs. My mom wore an anxious expression as she pinned her Star Judge brooch Erickson, the head of the Star Guardians, had given her on her tenth year as head Star Judge. She worshipped that brooch, as she said that was a "symbolism of hard-earned work." If it'd ever be missing, well, let's just say she would freak out. And explode. Literally. I evened out my dress and helped Vic with her giant green bow on her back. Well, at least now when I see someone who faces away from me with a gigantic green bow on her back, I know it's Vic. Ha. My dad grabbed the car keys from the table and called by the front door. "You girls ready to go?" I took a deep breath. "Yes sir." We walked out of our house to the parking lot. This was going to be a delightful night.
