The Star Goddess (UNDER EDITING)

Chapter One: Edited

Diiiing! Diiiing! Diiing! My alarm clock rang out loudly, awakening me from my slumber. I reached over, my eyes still closed, feeling for the screaming devil on the nightstand beside my bed. Once I felt the cool metal beneath my fingertips, I slammed down as hard as my exhausted body would allow me, bringing a peaceful silence to the room. I forced my eyes open and dragged my body away from my comfy bed, the cool air causing me to shiver as I threw the blankets from my body.

As I tried to get myself motivated to start my day, a thought popped inside my mind that instantly energized me. I get to meet my new parents today. That thought alone brought a huge smile to my face and rid my body of any lingering exhaustion. I jumped up from my bed and ran to the girls' bathroom, starting the shower. While the shower warmed up, I ran back to the bedroom that I shared with three other girls, rummaging through the closet we all shared, trying to find an acceptable outfit. I picked out a couple of things, then rushed back to the bathroom. I stripped off my dirty clothes and carelessly tossed them in the laundry hamper, then carefully hung up my clean clothes for the day. I wanted to make a good impression and couldn't afford to have wrinkles in my clothes.

I finally hopped in the shower, the hot water relaxing my tense muscles and bringing a sense of peace that I didn't realize I needed. I was so anxious about meeting my new parents. While showering, my thoughts drifted off, wondering what they'd be like. I wonder what kind of people they are? I really hope they like me. What if they don't? Oh, no. I'm also turning eighteen in a couple of months. If they don't like me, they'll just kick me out!

My thoughts turned negative as I washed my hair and body and I nearly kicked myself for being so negative before even meeting my new parents. I need to stay positive. They will go through with the adoption and I will have a new family. I tried to think positively, trying to think my will into existence. They won't abandon me. They won't die on me. Not like daddy did.

Tears started flowing freely from my eyes as I remembered my dear father. My mother had abandoned me and my father right after I was born. I never knew her but I knew that she broke my dad's heart beyond repair, he could never even bring himself to talk about her. My dad became my whole world. We did everything together and I never even felt like I was lacking in love or support because I didn't have a mother. Daddy made sure I knew how much I was loved. However, when I was just seven years old, he was killed in a brutal animal attack. The funeral had to be closed casket and the social worker that was with me didn't let me say a proper goodbye.

After he died, I was thrown into the system and forgotten about. Suddenly, that love and support I'd always had wasn't there anymore. My mental health plummeted and because I wasn't an easy responsibility, I got passed around like a hot potato. I went through a total of nine foster homes and three group homes and even a mental hospital for a short amount of time. When I was twelve, my ninth foster family gave me up and sent me back to the orphanage, and that ended up being the thing that broke me the most, the straw that broke the camel's back as it were.

I ended up trying to kill myself, between puberty, hormones, the constant changing and moving of families, and the lack of love and support and the deep depression I had sunk into, I just couldn't take being here anymore. I didn't exactly want to die, I just couldn't take the hurt anymore. But after my stay in the hospital, I realized I should be living my life for my dad, even if it was a life that he would never get to see.

I finished my shower, wiping the last of my tears from my eyes and wrapped my towel around my body. I grabbed a fistful of my hair and wrung it out as best as I could before wrapping my head up in my towel. I now stood naked in the bathroom, allowing myself to air dry as I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Once I finished, I took another look at the clothes I'd brought into the bathroom with me. I had a matching lavender bra and panty set, a pair of plain black skinny jeans, and a well-worn black and white checkered shirt that hung loosely on my body.

After slipping all of my clothes on, I unwrapped my hair from the towel and hung the towel on the drying rack. I rush back to my bedroom, rummaging through the nightstand in search of my hairbrush. My hair was still fairly damp and very knotted, even though I conditioned my hair thoroughly. Once my knotty hair was tamed, I searched through the closet again, borrowing a basic pair of black heels from one of the other girls.

We didn't have very much stuff individually as it was, so when we share, we have a wider selection to pick from. We all borrowed from each other, rarely even ever claiming an item as one specific person's, unless it had sentimental value or something. My hair had partially dried, but was still slightly damp, so I grabbed a scrunchie and swooped my hair up into a messy bun, allowing some front pieces to fall out and frame my face. I had just started doing some light makeup when I heard a voice call out from downstairs.

"STELLA! HURRY UP AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, YOUR NEW PARENTS WILL BE HERE SOON!!!" the group home manager, Ms. Jean yelled loudly. She was really nice most of the time, not like the other group home managers that I've lived with before.

"I'M ALMOST READY, MS. JEAN! JUST ANOTHER COUPLE MINUTES!" I hollered back.

"ALRIGHT, SWEETIE. JUST HURRY UP!" Ms. Jean warned me.

I only had cheap makeup, but it was better than nothing. I had a little bit of liquid eyeliner left, and used it to paint dainty wings on my eyelids, then brushed my lashes with black mascara. Now for the final touch, I thought to myself as I swiped some light pink gloss over my lips. I gave myself a once-over before I nodded at myself in approval, satisfied with my appearance. I walked over to the door, flinging it open and rushing out, only to be met with what felt like a brick wall. I looked up, seeing one of the boys from the other side of the building. A six foot two inch mess of black, disheveled hair and bright blue-gray eyes stood before me.

"Jackson. Can I help you?" I glared at the boy in front of me while crossing my arms.

"Hmm, maybe..." Jackson said as he licked his lips and his eyes lowered to my breasts, which were being pushed up by my arms.

"Asswipe. My eyes are up here!" I cursed at Jackson as I snapped my fingers in front of his face. Jackson was a confusing creature. On the surface, he honestly seemed like a playboy, flirting with anything that had legs, boys and girls alike. He really kinda seemed like an asshole that only cared about getting laid, but every now and again he was surprising. He could be caring and sweet sometimes, but I honestly never really cared to get to know him too well. He was too hot and cold for me.

"Damn. You look really good today," Jackson said with a small smirk as he still stared blatantly at my breasts. I smacked him upside the head as hard as I could, which honestly probably didn't even hurt him, that much because I was only five foot three, just shy of a foot shorter than Jackson.

"Easy, tiger. I'm just playing. I can't help it that you're so hot," Jackson laughed and licked his lips, his eyes trailing up and down my body.

"Jerk. Leave me alone, asshole," I said as I pushed Jackson as hard as I could, causing him to fall into the wall behind him as he erupted with laughter as I walked past him. I turned around and glared at him fiercely, which was met with an almost shy or remorseful gaze. I stuck my tongue out at Jackson, then proceeded to skip away merrily, down the stairs. Just as I reached the bottom landing, a forceful knock sounded on the door.