Suzy Faye

Suzy Faye

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       Beth is just an ordinary girl, living a simple life on a farm in Kentucky. What she doesn't know is that when you wish upon a star, you may just have it granted.         On a warm night in June, Beth tells her family that Her best friend Hilly said they couldn't be friends anymore. She said she couldn't be friends with a farmer girl. Beth was distraught. That night she went out to the edge of the apple grove, a place she loved to be, and with a tear stained face, looked up into the heavens. There Beth witnessed her first shooting star. Knowing what to do, she squeezed her eyes shut and wished with all her might that she mite have a friend. Someone who would never leave her for other friends and would never get bigger so they could always play together.        Someone heard her request, and a very unwelcome visitor had now become associated with this family. Possibly they would rip the family apart all together, if not for faith and a strong will. But will that be enough when dealing with the unseen? 
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Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.

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