You can count on the constellations. While some stars do burn out eventually, it’ll be light-years before anyone ever sees that happen. Even when the sun is down and clouds cover Earth, the night sky is there. I need the stars. Constant. Dependable. Orderly. I try calling Gordon so he can come pick me up, but he doesn’t answer. Considering what nearly transpired this afternoon, not to mention the fact that I defended the crap out of him against Rock, the least he could do is answer the freakin’ phone. Sorry, Chloé, I have to study, he could say, and that’d be it. I’d understand. I call Rock next and at least he picks up. “Heard you getting burned by your mom,” he says, his voice smooth and deep. “Whatever.” A faint light streaks across the sky, but I don’t wish for anything. Wishes are bullshit. “You need to figure out what you want, little girl,” he says, all sagelike. “Listen,” I grunt, “if I wanted to get another earful, I would’ve stayed home with my mom.
What do You think about Riding The Universe (2009)?
