Scarlett slumped in her seat. Around her, the other students were chattering away without a care in the world- she looked out of the window, avoiding their gazes. Not that they'd look at her, but still.
The sky outside was grey, matching her jacket and her mood. A dull, dreary Monday, the start to a dull, dreary week. Dull and dreary plus the added terror of being constantly bullied by Annalisa, her perfect stepsister, who'd somehow managed to climb the ladder to popularity, squashing many below her in the process.
She sighed. Why on earth had her mother remarried? Her stepdad was fine; Annalisa was not.
Annalisa wasn't your stereotypical Queen Bee- now Scarlett watched as she dropped her denim backpack onto her seat, all the while laughing with one of her cronies, presumably at one of the shyer girls sitting all on her own at the back. Annalisa wasn't blonde, she wasn't a cheerleader, she wasn't perky. But she was poisonous, all right.
Scarlett flipped open her notebook, mindlessly doodling. She looked back at what she'd drawn after a minute- hearts with swords stuck through them, withered roses bleeding. What was wrong with her? Even her subconscious was depressed.
"I wish the sky would brighten up a bit," she murmured to herself. At least it'd look a bit happier.
She looked out of the window again- and her breath caught in her throat. She frowned, blinked, and stared again. This couldn't be! But there was no denying it.
The sky, previously a gloomy grey, was now a brilliant blue.
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Starstruck (Editing)
Short StoryClose your eyes. Make a wish. Have it instantly granted. Is paradise all that we think it is? That we can have whatever we want? Maybe not. Struck by a shooting star, Scarlet possessed its power. And unknowingly, its danger. But what's the point...
