Of Constellations and Sweaters

Prologue

"Look Mabel, the big dipper," a young boy said, pointing to the sky as the young girl, who was the owner of said name, looked up towards where his finger guided her eyes.

The stars sparkled in the sky, making a smile build up on Mabel's lips.

"It's so pretty," Mabel whispered, before she looked around the sky more. "Are there other star pictures?" she asked, looking into the eyes of the boy next to her.

They were a hue of hazel, but towards the iris they faded into a beautiful green as he animatedly talked of all the other constellations he knew of. Mabel giggled as she watched his excitement, joining his eyes as he looked around, pointing.

"And this one is my favorite," he spoke, walking behind her and guiding her hand, making the shape. "It's called Leo."

Mabel looked behind her, a questioning look in her eyes. "Why is he your favorite?" she asked inquisitively.

"Because that's the very first one that Allen showed me." he replied, smiling.

Mabel giggled again at the thought of her cousin.

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An alarm rang out loudly, making Mabel jump at the noise. Her head was fuzzy as she sat, still remembering the dream that had been filling her head moments ago.

'Why do I keep dreaming about that?' she thought to herself. She didn't understand what the point was to her dream. Did she somehow have an odd obsession with constellations that she was unsure of?

"Ugh..." she sighed out, letting her hair fall over her shoulders and into her face. A snort came out from under the covors, and Mabel picked the covors up to see Waddles, her pet pig. She smiled at him, petting his head in affection before yawning.

"Mabel, turn off the darn alarm clock before I come in there and break it over your head."

"Sorry, Grunkle Stan!" she replied, letting out an 'oompff' as she hit the top of the alarm clock, clicking it off. "Alright, Waddles, time for me to get up." she pet him again, scratching her head and arms.

"Hurry up, kid, or you'll be late for school." he said, knocking twice on the door before opening it. He nodded to Mabel as she got up, stretching her arms and legs and yawning.

"Hey Grunkle Stan, do you know anything about constellations?" she asked, walking towards her mirror to look at her reflection. She picked up her hairbrush, letting the teeth of the brush run through her hair, taking out the tangles.

"What's that now?" he asked, looking at her in the mirror. He walked over towards her and grabbed the hairband that was sitting on the stand with a few stray blush trays. "Constellations?" he asked. "Why the heck do you want to know about those?"

Mabel shrugged, watching Stan put her headband in her hair after she was done brushing it.

"Thanks, Grunkle Stan." she said, smiling at him before shooing him out. "Now I have to get dressed, I'll be down in a few."

Stan nodded and began walking out, nearly closing the door, before looking back in. "And get constellations out of your head, alright?" he said, winking at her, "Or else you might become one of the mysteries of the Shack here." he laughed at himself before closing the door and walking downstairs. Waddles had followed him out, going down to run around outside, probably to play in the mud too.

Mabel waited until the footsteps stopped echoing on the stairs before walking to her closet. 

"What to wear today?" she asked herself, looking through her clothes. She had grown out of her sweaters, though every now and then she would wear them. She thought it made her look cute when she was a fifteen year old highschooler.