Chapter 2:
I wake up and it’s dark outside. I look at the digital clock above the TV. The red numbers read 5:07. I get up and walk up to my bedroom. I grab my black hoodie from San Francisco, throw on some shoes and walk outside.
I walk briskly up the street and turn my music on. I keep walking until I get to a paved trail for joggers and dog walkers.  It’s landscaped with trees, flowers, and shrubs. It’s now completely dark with only the dull trail lamps lighting my way. I walk to the beat of my music. In my ears it is crisp and loud. I think of it as the beating of a heart. I look up at the sky to find some stars. Though you can’t find many here, in the radiant cities of southern California, I still manage to see a few. There is no moon tonight for extra light.
I look for the star I will wish upon. I come across a star that is brighter than all the others in the sky. I could never mistake this star with any other. If I want to get technical on myself, it’s actually the planet Venus, but I like it better as a star. Besides, I don’t want to be a smart ass. I claim this star as my own. This star is my guardian, my dream star. That is what I’ll call it. My dream star is perfect; it actually looks like a star. (*). I sit on a cold, cement bench while looking at my star. I speculate for a minute of what I will wish for.
“I wish that I could be a part of something more magical in this world. Learn things normal people would call crazy. I wish that my day dreams were a reality. To be beautiful and skinny. To be different from the other girls who wish of male models, clothes, and money.” I whisper my wish to myself, hoping that my star could grant it. I stand back up and continue with my walk.
When I arrive back home, Walter and my mother are already there. Mom is on the phone with some guy and there are shopping bags from the mall covering the kitchen counter. I sigh because I know that they are just bags full of crap. I make myself some Ramen noodles and sit at the table.
“Why can’t we ever have a home made meal from our mother?” I say as bitter as I can, stressing the word ‘mother’.
“’Cause mom is too good for us.” Walter says while sitting on the couch watching ‘Cops’.
“I can’t take much more of this,” I say “She has to change.” I say. “Yea, I know.” Walt mutters. He’s thinking deeply.
I walk to my room and lay on my bed. I wish I had somebody. I mutter to myself that I want too much and I should want less.
“Just be happy Rey.” I tell myself.
I take my hoodie off and throw it carelessly on the floor. I turn on my little AC window unit above my bed so my room gets nice and cold. I turn on a lamp and take out my sketch book and a purple mechanical pencil. I lightly sketch a black, grad piano with a long, black haired beauty playing it. In the background is a shiny, golden thrown and a court full of people. Sitting in the thrown is a young, pale man with strong features, pale gray eyes like mine, and black hair.
I stop drawing and stare at the drawing as if it were a movie I was watching. I lay on my bed for a while thinking about the scene I drew until I hugged the sketch book to my chest before laying it on the floor next to my bed. I turn out the lights and go to sleep.