Published on August 27th, 2012 | by Solar Blast0
2. The stars above Solar
I don’t think you’ve really seen a shooting star, if you haven’t watched one blaze across the night sky above my parent’s farm. Stars burn brighter out here. Planets pulse. Glittering reminders that a rocket ship away there’s a whole new world waiting for me if only I can find the courage to tell Mom and Dad I don’t want to be a farmer like the rest of the family.
I’m not a good sleeper. Technically I’m an insomniac. I average about 3 hours of sleep a night. Mom says I shouldn’t allow myself to be labeled. “Solar Blast, you just don’t need as much sleep as other girls,” she says, by other she means normal which I am most definitely not. I was in high school before I learned that normal girls don’t memorize encyclopedias for fun or cook every recipe in historical French cookbooks as a voluntary summer project. Who knew? The girls at my school, that’s who. I haven’t had the easiest time fitting in here on earth. The library is the only place that really feels like home to me.
Which I why I want to pack up my e-reader and my favorite old leather bound books and hitch a ride into space. I look up at that night sky and I’m certain that somewhere out there I’ll find like minded people who believe that words have the power to do more than calm the spinning wheels of my mind. I think there are more stories out there, lost like me. We’re all just waiting to be found.