-Star of my Sea-
Stella’s POV
It’s six years now since my mum died. I was eight when she
passed; so much more aware of what was happening, compared to
Sam. But Sam was a lot closer to Mum; I was such a daddy’s
girl that mum was never all that of an important role in my life.
But Dad worshipped Mum.They had met when they were much younger.
They were both accomplished sailors at the Seashell Cove Sailing
Club, and were oft put on the same team. Their strong freindship
blossomed into a romance that spawned a beautiful family. Sure,
they had the odd fight, but that never stopped them loving each
other. That’s really what I want, when I’m older, and
have a family.
Sam was three when she passed, and didn’t know that
she was dying, partly because mum never told him. How could she?
He was three years old.
But one of dad’s favourite stories to tell me is how when
they came out of the hospital, the night I was born, they looked
up into the night sky and saw the stars. Mum started singing that
old Coldplay song:
“Look at the stars, and how they shine for you, and
everything you do, and they were all yellow”
Dad murmured: “Stella, that’s her name:
Stella.”
Mum agreed heartily and I was brought home. My originally pink
room was painted the lightest blue and silver stars were painted
on the ceiling. To this day, my room hasn’t changed. I
still look up at those stars and feel connected to my mum.
Somehow, when I’m out on the boat, I feel that way,
too.
Today was Monday and my friends and I had agreed to meet in the
shopping centre at 2. So at breakfast, I told Dad I was going
out.
“No,” Dad said. “You can’t. Your cousin
Liana is coming to stay!” Liana and I are enemies.
We’re complete opposites: she was pretentious, bossy,
prissy and a total snob; I was quiet, humble, athletic, and
competitive and I let people walk all over me (as much as I hate
that).
“WHAT?” I choke on my honey cereal, Sam giggles from
across the table, and Dad puts a hand to his face. “No!
Ewh! Liana? Why Liana!? Wait… when was this
even ORGANISED??” I yell at him.
He sighs. “Stella, calm down. Your aunt and uncle, Patricia
and Percy, are going to Kenya for the summer. Something about
donations, they were talking about.” He waves a hand
dismissively. The rich jerks! Coming to ruin my summer because
they took some crazy notion about Kenya?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I am fuming, but
I’ve managed to take my seat again.
“On the boat, well, I was afraid I might be thrown
overboard.” He chortles at his own joke, and grabs a piece
of toast from his plate.
“Har, har, hilarious.” I am so angry at him.
“When was it organised?”
Dad has to think about this one. “Uhm, a week or so, I
suppose. They only got tickets recently.”
“How long is she staying for?”
“I told you, the first two months of summer!”
“No, this is the first I’ve heard of it!”
“Will I have to give up my room?” Sam pipes up,
pouting.
“Shut up, Sam! Dad, you know how much I hate
Liana!”
“Well…I thought you could maybe show her around,
maybe even, uhm, teach her some sailing.” He confesses. I
stare at him, dumbfounded and outraged.
Okay, what.is.happening!
“Now, she’ll be taking the guest room, so I want you
to go put sheets on the beds and clear up the dressing
table.”
“Gararrrgh! Dad!”
“Now, Stella—no discussions,” He frowns.
I slam my bowl into the sink, shove in my chair, and bang the
door and thunder upstairs. If he thinks that’s happening,
he’s got another thing coming.
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