I used the purple one!! My name is Tori Burrow. I would start off by telling you that I’m your average kid with a normal life, but I’d be lying. A lot. You see, I’m anything but normal. I’m a Starfull. Before you start bombarding me with questions, let me just tell you that I don’t really know any more than you do. All I do know is that I have something the Starless want, and have no idea what that might be. I also know that if they get what they long for then, well, I might as well dig my own grave. Let’s just say that it would be worse than the zombie apocalypse. “Tori?” My math teacher’s voice sliced my thoughts into pieces as his stern voice rattled in my ears. “Y-yes?” I stammered, dropping my pencil on the notebook I was writing in He gestured to the scribble like writing on the whiteboard. “The answer,” he said, rather impatiently. “R-right,” I muttered. I reluctantly started to the board. Thinking for a moment, I scribbled down the answer I had gathered in my head. I glanced at Mr. Solomon, searching for even the slightest sign of approval in his stern gaze; but that’s like trying to hug a cactus, impossible. I gave up and started back to my seat and sank down into the cold metal chair as he started droning on about a thousand other ways I could have solved it. Finally, the bell rang. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and stormed out of the classroom. My best friend, Liz, sped up to me and said, “Tori, you made the wrong teacher mad at the wrong time,” She was right, parent teacher conferences were tomorrow. Zoning out in his class for like the fifthteenth time isn’t exactly going to give me a pat on the head at home. “I literally don’t care anymore. Can’t a student write in her notebook in class?” I retorted. She paused for a moment and whispered in my ear, “Were you thinking about what the Starless want again?” I stopped walking and shifted my feet anxiously. Liz is also a Starfull. For years we’ve been trying to figure out what they could possibly want from us. “Maybe I was,” I hissed. “No one can judge me! Everyone else would be exactly the same way if shadowy entities were tracking them down!” “I know, but normal humans just don’t get it,” she paused to think. “Rephrase that. They will never get it,” I nodded. “How long until we get our Guardians?” I whispered. Liz scratched her head thoughtfully. “In about two weeks I think. Alana has been visiting me.” I sighed. “Oh yippee. I bet you got a ton of information from her. She’s just so outright with the things we need to know.” Liz broke down into snickers. “All she said was to be patient.” I scoffed. “Sure sounds like Alana.” I sighed again. “We’ve been ‘waiting patiently’ for the past two years!” I kicked a pencil across the hallway and smiled as it skidded to a stop just behind Mrs. Barck’s silver flats. “This is how it goes. Alana says it will only be a few days. A few weeks go by. ‘Oh! It will only be a couple more weeks! Sorry girls!’ And by then, two years have slipped by, and we probably know just as much as we did the night we found out.” Liz remained silent as she pushed the heavy door open. As I stepped outside, I continued to fume. “Don’t believe her ‘two week’ crap for a second Liz. It’ll be two years. Just like the last time.” I was about to kick a stone down the sidewalk when Liz held out her arm abruptly. “Someone’s here.” I gazed around the alleyway, glaring into the shadows, searching for the gleam of menacing red eyes. Finally, I spotted it. A tall, shadowy figure lurked beside a picket fence. It cocked its head when it noticed us. "Well. Well. Well. H-h-hum-mans-s-s" he sniffed the air. "S-s-starfulls." He slid up beside Liz, his long, crooked fingers stroking her hair eerily. He met my gaze. "Do y-y-y-you tru-u-ust m-me-e?" He asked, his voice merely a faint whisper. "No." He grinned. "S-s-smar-r-t h-hum-man-n." He thrusted his arm between Liz and I. "Liz!" I shrieked, ducking under his slender limbs. "Run!" We bolted out of the street, out feet practically shaking the sidewalk. We ran and we ran. And we didn't look back once. ~~~~
