Written In The Stars

TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE p. 1; p. 1
CHAPTER 1 p. 3; p.

I watched as the sky went from the dazzling orange to a deeper blue of the approaching night. This was my favorite time as the stars made their appearance, some a debut. The stars has waited millions of years for people to finally recognize them. I dealt a sense of honor. The stars glimmered for me. They read my eyes. They knew my dreams.

I life written in the stars is all I ever dreamed. All I ever wanted. These stars showed how hard that life was. It could take forever for you to be recognized and sometimes, by the time you were, you had already slipped away, the curtain had never been drawn back in time.

Yes, that was my dream. Broadway was to be the place people would finally recognize me. The name "Samantha Flinny" would be written on the playbill they held in their hands.

Sure, a relationship would be nice, but it wasn't necessary. I didn't need someone making my dreams crumble. I wasn't going to change my life over a guy. No guy was that important.

As the first star made it appearance, a smile crept onto my face. A graceful turn and I walked out of the pasture into my cozy farm home.

CHAPTER 1
SAMANTHA

I walked into the deep corridor that would be my new school. I long corridor filled with many faces. I had been home schooled my whole life. This was my first time seeing more than one face for eight hours.

Sure I knew my dreams would probably not happen at my home, that's why my parents put me in a private school. Yet I still thought even a private school didn't give you many hopes for completing your dreams either. I thought that this place, though bigger, was not going to bring me closer to Broadway.

Why would my dreams never continue?

I look down at the slip of paper that had my schedule printed on it. English 10-Honors, Chemistry, History 10, Algerbra 2-Honors, Drama, Computer, Spanish 2. They were all printed on my schedule. It was an okay schedule. I really had no idea why I was put in honors math seeing as I was terrible at math.

The first bell rang and I rushed to my first period class. There stood a tall, scruffy hair, young man who looked to be in his older twenties.

"Hello students! I am Mr. Trields. I plan for this to be an exciting year for English class. Today I'm just going to go over out syllabus and what is expected of you. If you took at the very beggining it will list our class novels this year. Our first book that I am planning on us reading is Phantom of the Opera. As I am the drama teacher also, we will perform 'Phantom of the Opera'. An email will be sent out to your parents regarding the information and also I will ell you more about it if any of you are in my drama class."

My heart skipped a beat. My favorite novel and play. They were both being performed at this school! This was my big chance. I could be the next big Christine! This school wasn't so bad after all.

"Onto our next book," Mr. Trields continued. "The next book we are reading is..." I zoned out on the rest of his lecture. It didn't care to me. The big point was that we were reading and performing 'Phantom'. As I sat there I distantly heard the bell ring, signaling us to go to second period. I walked down to the Chem class. I had heard the teacher was tough, but I didn't care. This year was going to be absolutely amazing.