Darkstar (Origins) Pt. 1
“The miraculous is a source of power given to us by the universe, it should be protected and used for the greater good.”
The morning sun shines brightly through the stained glass windows of my bedroom. My third and final alarm blares incessantly, its steady beeping an unwanted presence in my quiet room. With a groan, I stretch my limbs and reluctantly turn off my phone, staring up at the ceiling for a moment longer before finally rising from my bed.
I can hear my sister’s footsteps padding halfway up the stairs, her voice carrying through the house, “Wake up, Zara! I swear I cannot keep making breakfast for you!” She scolds as she passes my door. “Yeah, OK. Um, coming!”
As the sound of her steps fade, I make my way to the bathroom to wash my face, the icy water invigorating as always.
If I had every power in existence, what would I do? Kiss my crush? Of course. But why am I so easily swayed by the power of love? I’m a hopeless romantic, for sure. Is this even the right age to fall in love? It feels so good to have a crush. Nobody ever knows how you feel. It’s comforting to have those fantasies, a moment of innocence that you can keep all to yourself.
As I step out of the bathroom, I lazily make my way downstairs, the coolness of my crocs causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. My sister offers me milk, and I nod, thinking about whether to eat it with cereal or toast. I prefer cereal.
The bus is packed as always.
Why do I always fall in love so easily? It feels amazing, but at the same time, it’s a vulnerability. It’s so hard to keep everything inside, especially when nobody knows your true feelings. It’s a special feeling, though, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. The best part is that my crush will never know. That’s the beauty of a crush, isn’t it? To have a secret passion that only you can truly appreciate. That’s such an unpopular opinion anyways.
I’m nearly 12 in two months and still learning the ropes of love. It’s such a tricky game to play, but it feels so good.
“Bexleyheath Clock Tower.” The robotic voice of the bus announces, and I let out a small sigh of relief as the bus lurches to a stop. Finally. I had secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of Sergiu on the bus. (If he’s on it.)
