the girl lay on the grass staring at the stars. she fancied they stared back at her. she had never been a normal child; 'head-in-the-clouds' her mother said, 'delusional' sneered her sister, 'a chime child', said her father. 'a fairy', said the boy who sat two metres away, watching her sigh to the moon. she didn't mind him; he was quiet, and his eyes were bright. he wrote her a poem, years ago, a bad poem. yet she kept it. now she turns from the moon, towards him, and realises she was right; the stars are staring back at her.