Diary of a Star

[Star Strike]

Dear Diary,

That is what Vince said your name was so I will call you that. He is so weird about words. And books. He is also very funny when he sleeps.

I watch a lot of the groundlings and skylings when they sleep. It is strange to think that this ritual I also participate in at night. If I was whole I would need sleep but then again I would not be here. I am still unsure if I am okay with that.

I think Leona is going to teach me some more card spreads. It appears I have the capacity for card reading but Deneb assigned me to be a dancer. I so confused.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella Stern

[Star Strike]

Dear Diary,

Vincent informed me that I do not have to address you as a diary but give you a name. I do not understand this concept of naming things. Everything is already named for me including myself. Vincent told me some people choose their own names and words for objects then proceed to tell me a about a book where a boy renames a writing device a "Frindle" or something. I had Vince spell the word for me so I could better understand it.

Words are strange. I will admit that I pretend to understand most of Vincent's lessons so I can have more sugar and ambrosia. Vincent told me ambrosia is also called honey here.I do not understand why because it is better than anything Vince tries to get me to eat that he claims is "healthy" which means good for me to eat. Eating is strange. Vincent claims eating nothing but sugar will make me fat and slow but the other food he makes renders me weak and ill.

I wish he would ask me more about my kind but I understand that he thinks I don't speak much. I do but he is just stupid to understand. Why doesn't he understand? Groundlings are soooooooo stupid. Vincent less so than others but he doesn't have much time for me anymore so that makes him even more stupid. I dislike the way the female groundlings look at him. Vincent is my... I am not sure what...

I shall leave him a little gift to make him pay more attention to me. Hopefully he will stop seeing me as a kid before I hit my growth spurt. Then again I hope I can live long enough to even mature and have my fo̱s activated.

I should go now. I hear Leona yelling about the soccer ball i "borrowed". Hopefully she doesn't realalize it was me before I can sneak it back into her room.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella Stern

[Star Strike]

Dear Diary,

From here on out I shall rename you Deneb. I know my star will never read this but I want to reassure her that my time here is important. Perhaps through me we shall finally understand grounding though I think I am the first case of it in nearly five million light years. I cannot be sure though. History class was a bore when I was forty.

I could only sneak Leona's ball as far as Crendor's room and was sadly lecture. No more sugar for the week. I will have to sneak into the kitchen when she is away or beg Vincent to give me some through afternoon tea. Though he might not be willing when he has discovered what I have done. Well it's his fault for sleeping when I'm awake.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella

[Star Strike]

Dear Deneb,

VINCENT'S FACE WAS PRICELESS!!!!!! It was the best!

It took Vincent all week to finally open one of the books and find that I had scribbled in Astéri in every book and every page of the astrology section. The books where all lies and slander anyways. I found the ink in one of the rooms Vincent and Leona told me to not go in. When testing the ink i found that it disappears one hour after being exposed to air. Very helpful.

I hope he has learned his lesson and will join me in being nocturnal. There is much to be learned from being awake at night. Plus no sun burns!

Someone is at my door. Probably Vincent coming to congratulate me on a job well done.
I will resume it soon.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella

[Star Strike]

Dear Deneb,

I have been confined to my room with green growing things to eat. I do not wish to eat the green things nor to remain in my room. Vincent and Leona decided I was getting out of hand and decided to "teach me a lesson" or something. I am three hundred and sixty nine years old! I do not wish to be treated like I'm ninety. If only they knew when I reach five hundred I will tower over them. I do not mind this size but if they are treating me as a child because of it then I no longer want this height.

Wait till I get my strenght back. I'll show them. I will show them why on some worlds my kind is treated like gods.


In no mood for writing a closer. I miss my sparkle sparkle.

[Star Strike]

Dear Deneb,

I found my room unlocked this morning. I assume Vince realized this was a harsh punishment and now there is a large container of ambrosia next to my door. I will take this to a corner of the house of cards away from everyone. I do not wish to see people who do not understand. Then again I myself do not understand. I'm not even sure what i mean by that but it is okay. No one will read this and no one can say I am a meanie. Everyone thinks so anyways and that's why they sleep during the night.

I feel tired due to extreme lose of liquids groundlings call tears. It looks like the same thing they call blood but it does not appear this is also true for them.

I want to go home

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella Stern

[Star Strike]

Dear Deneb,

Today was Vincent's birthday! A birthday is the day one is created although groundlings and skylings are usually not created but born. That must be hard because then they do not know their purpose. I shall help Vincent find his purpose. Maybe we have the same purpose. I hope not. He isn't the best dancer with his cane.

I gave Vincent one of my tears that Ray and Alyssa helped me put on a necklace so he doesn't lose it. Male groundlings do not wear necklaces in this world but he put it on to make me happy. I think. It matches his eyes which are very nice. He would be a nice child of Orion but he is not and would not fit in well with my kind. After all he is one who makes his own fate they we arrange the stars in.

Now he is flirting with a stranger Leona brought to help with the party. She is ugly. Look at the lack of sparkle her skin has. And it turns pink! Pink is hideous. If Vincent would talk to me like that my skin would turn a most rich and radiant shade of indigo. Though if Vincent did talk to me like that I'm sure it would be to mock me because I appear like a young groundling.

I think the strange groundling noticed me for she is looking at me. Vincent called me a her. I wish he would stop calling me a her now that I have picked up on some of this world's pronouns. It must be hard picturing a race that does not reproduce or have a gender but such things are unnecessary for us.

Everyone is headed off to sleep. I asked Vincent if he would like to look at the stars but he said he is too tired and is leading the strange female groundling to the library.

I will go sulk in the under sink cupboard until someone finds me.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella Stern

[Star Strike]

Dear Deneb,

I miss the sky. I miss flying. I miss being at your side.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella Stern

p.s. Leona asked if Vincent and the female groundling bothered me. I said it did not and she explained that she does know I am without gender and cannot do what they do. I am not sure I fully understood but for some reason a weight in my chest is really heavy.

[Star Strike]

Dear Deneb,

I have been hiding you in the library in a crack Vincent is too large to reach. BUT HE DID!!! AND HE FOUND YOU!!!

It is okay though. He still finds my language as utter gibberish and thinks I misuse this to scribble on. He wants me to write my day down in common. That is not going to happen. If I have to talk to everyone here in common then I am going to hold onto my native tongue through you.

He can take the words he likes to throw around when mad at himself.

I will hide you now with the sugar stash I have began hording in my room.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella Stern

[Star Strike]

Dear Deneb,

I have been to many worlds but I have never been to "Earth". The last time my kind was there was when we first reached out to other races. It's is how we got a bea-U-tiful fashion sense. That is all I remember from that history lessons.

Vincent doesn't want to talk about Earth right now. Leona says he does not miss it but I wonder, if like me, he sometimes feels distant in this world. Like a dwarf planet far away from a star's orbital field. No, he can't. He smiles too much for that. I cry too to remain.

If I grow up, if I can travel like my mentor, I would like to visit Earth with Vincent. Maybe not with Althanas Vincent but with Earth Vincent.
That would be nice.

Twinkle Twinkle,
Stella Stern