Starborn

‘One, two…’ she counted the stars, ‘Three.. four..’

She lay on her back, on the rooftop terrace, one arm tucked under her head, the other tracing the night above, her finger pointing slowly to one star then the other. 

She was peculiar. The good kind of peculiar. Extraordinary, you may say. 

Her hair, dark and dusky like the night sky, spilled around her in silky, soft waves. Her skin was pale, moon-kissed. And her eyes.. my, her eyes.. They held the stars themselves. They glinted and sparkled with mischief, warmth and something quite unexplainable – something far beyond words.

    ‘Five… six… seven.’ she counted, her voice almost wistful, as if each star was a distant memory.

Her eyes searched the sky to spot any more stars. She sighed gravely. No more stars, no more wishes to be made. 

It wasn’t that there weren’t any more stars - no, no, no- they were still up there. Just hidden. Not behind the clouds, but behind smoke and dust. 

    ‘Pollution.’ she tutted. She turned to her side on the cold concrete ground of the rooftop, ‘Mother sent me here to help Aunt Earth with all her pernicious children.’

She sat up and looked around her.

     ‘She’s beyond help.’ she declared, a touch of melancholy in her voice.

She got up with a little grunt and made her way towards the edge, near the safety bars as she gazed over the jungle below – the ‘concrete’ jungle. 

    ‘I’ll admit, these lights are beautiful, yes,’ she said, letting her eyes linger on the neon lights of skyscrapers and digital billboards, ‘but they’re nothing compared to a star - filled sky. The kind you actually fall asleep counting. The kind that gives you something to wish on.’ 

She gazed below and something caught her attention. A man.

She sneered, disgust evidently printed on her face as she watched the man carelessly drop a fast food wrapper on the ground.

      ‘Repulsive moron,’ she muttered, ‘Can’t even pick up after himself. Isn’t this what they teach children in kindergarten?’

She switched her gaze to the gloomy sky above her. 

People boast about a chest full of diplomas and accolades. They may be sharp minded businessmen or money making machines, top of their class- blah blah blah. But they failed the class that matters the most: Humanity. Cleanliness. Respect for Nature.

She stared ahead absentmindedly.

     ‘Is it me who has failed?’ she pondered, ‘Or… is it Aunt? Maybe she spoiled her children too much…’ 

Definitely Aunt. 

‘Maybe Aunt’s children are beyond help.’ she sighed, ‘but Mother entrusted me with a mission. And I’ll work on it, even if the future looks bleak.’ 

After all, I’m the daughter of the stars themselves. And I don’t give up. 

- Starlette

NOTE: I was experimenting with this one! It had been on my mind for a long time, soooo...

Also for some reason I'm obsessed with stars, I don't know why either.

I MIGHT make this into a mini series. MIGHT. Huge emphasis on 'might'.

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