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CHAPTER 6
The Shooting Star
I looked at the photo. The green light shone so brightly, begging me to return and discover its
mysteries. I threw on my windcheater, mounted my bike and sped away into the night. The cold air
whipped my face, whistling past my ears. Trees blurred past me and before long I had made it up the
windy dirt road to one of the only hills in my small town of Miles.
I leant my bike up against a small eucalyptus tree at the base of the hill and began hiking to the
summit. From up here, I could see the entire night sky. The constellations sprinkled along the great
dark expanse that envelopes our world. Surely I could find it once more? I took out the blanket,
telescope and notebook that seemed to live permanently in my backpack and began setting up.
I waited. I waited for hours.
That was when I felt her presence, the girl who I had so much love for, yet had no idea who she was.
My focus shifted from the telescope eye. The long grass that grew rustled quietly as it waved back
and forth in the wind.
There she was, the elusive girl I had been searching for ever since that fateful night that I discovered
the star and then the picture of us. Her blond hair was just visible behind the gnarled and winding
oak tree. Then her green eyes caught mine and the confusion of the last few months swirled up and
swayed around me. I dropped the telescope, but hardly heard the sound of metal against rock when
it bounced down to rest in a tussock.
“Hey,” I shouted.
But fear drifted into her eyes and she backed away.
“Who are you, I feel like I know you but I can’t remember your name? Why is that?”