The sound of cricket chirping in the lush grass chorused through the mid-spring night. A door of a two-story house creaked open slowly and quietly as a figure came out, holding a telescope under her right arm.
It was a little girl around the age of eight; her hair was brown and piece of it covered her right eye, her eyes were dark blue and around her neck was a pendant necklace of a golden eagle with a bronze lace.
She walked out of the door and into the front yard, trying to blow the long bang back into place. She hopped onto the large picnic table she had and gazed at the starry filled skies with her telescope.
“Hmmm…I wonder how many stars are in the sky?” she asked, “I wonder how many stars are in the universe….” She lowered her telescope and thought. “I wonder….”
“Hey! What are you doing out so late, Liana?” asked a voice. The girl turned her head and she sees a young man, around his late teens to early twenties, popping up his head from the fence that separated her house to his.
“Hello, Simon.” Liana said, tucking in her telescope under her arm again. Simon jumped over the fence and came up to her. “Thinking about the stars again?” he asked.
“I suppose.” She looked back up at them and then back to him. Simon glanced at the stars as well. “They sure are a lot aren’t they?” he looked back at her. “I heard Mr. Harley visited the solar system once.”
“I hardly doubt that old coot did anything worth mentioning.” Liana scoffed. “He’s hardly done anything around here. The only thing I’ve seen him do is complain and yell at us for disturbing his grandkids when their taking their naps.”
“Liana, I’m serious, Harley was an astronaut when he was a young man.” Simon went on, ignoring her comment. “He also said that all of the stars are actually doors to another world.”
“Another world?” she echoed. “As in…other worlds like our own?” she raised a brow. “That’s the craziest thing I ever heard. Simon, whoever told you that must be a real nutcase.” She folded her arms against her chest.
Simon rolled his eyes. “I believe it. Picture it, Liana, a whole other galaxy then our own….” He looked at the stars once more, his eyes wide, full of curiosity and imagination. “People, similar yet different from us.” He added.
Liana groaned in annoyance. “Simon, you read too many science fiction novels….try “The Outsiders” it’s a much better genre.”
Simon ignored her and continued to look. “Come on, Liana, don’t you ever wonder about things like this?” he asked.
“Do I wonder...?” Liana asked herself. She shrugged. “I guess. It would be cool to know if there are really other worlds then our own…and if there are…I don’t know what could await for us….maybe disaster that could threaten our own world…” she began to ponder.
Simon yawned, stretching his hands over his head. “Well, it’s late, I’m gonna head back to bed, you should get back to bed before your parents wake up to check on you.”
“My foster parents couldn’t care less about me, Simon.” She snapped lightly. “All day, every day is do this, do that, wear this, eat this. They never give me a break.”
“Don’t be like that, Liana, I’m sure they mean well. Anyway, see you tomorrow.” Simon went back over to the fence, hopping over, returning to his home.
“Other worlds….” Liana looked up at the stars one more time. “Are they’re really other worlds? I really wonder….”