Each Star Is A Possibility "Lets go on an adventure." She tosses the idea at me in a manner such as one would not toss a baby. "Yeah, alright," I reply, not paying attention and therefore dropping any imaginary babies in the process. "I'm serious! My brother's car has some gas, and I bet I can steal the keys from his room without him noticing," I sit up, drawn to this idea by the magnet of idiocy. A grin spreads slowly across my face, a spark of excitement igniting my insides at the possibility of Something Different. She takes my expression as consent and in a heartbeat she has flown up the stairs. The fire kindling inside me bursts into full blaze as a door slams above me. Moments later she returns, looking as smug as a swan who has successfully scared all the ducks away from that nice old lady with the bread. From her fingers hang a limp set of car keys, and whether she really is the stealthiest ninja as she so claims or if instead she wimped out and just asked for them, I may never know. It doesn't matter. All I know is that she has taken my hand and we are running out into the biting winter night, feet bare and hearts racing on teenage possibilities, warmed only by the fires within us, to find whatever destiny we could in the star-filled night.