The origin of life, of love, of inspiration, what is it? This I ask myself as I lay out under the stars, staring into the depths of their perfection. In this day and age, we can examine the stars through our iPatches, enhancing and enlarging their images until the stars are displayed on the Patches at a molecular level. Yet our greatest scientists have still been unable to understand where such a complex molecular pattern could have appeared from. Is it possible, they wonder, that they came about by chance? Such an amazing thing…
With the help of our latest technology we’ve completely debunked the evolution theory and, aside from some dogged old style scientists, it is generally agreed that life must have been somehow created. So now, the question is- by whom?
“Rache! Entrez! Il est temps de dîner!” Mom glowered at me from the doorway. “Vous avez trouvé tout mouillé!”
“Je viens!” I sighed and stood up, still watching the sky. Just as I was preparing to go in I saw it, in my peripheral- a shooting star. I smiled and closed my eyes, making a quick wish- let us all continue to live in this state of wonder.
“Bonjour, Rache!” Quinn greeted me as I stepped inside. I regarded him coldly and shook my head.
“Salut, Quinn.” He grinned. Quinn is my older sister’s sleazy boyfriend. I can’t count the times he has cheated on my sister and she has gone back to him. I can only remember the times he tried to cheat with me. Despite his terrible nature, he is so good looking… Only once, though. Only once did I slip up… But, once is definitely enough, as my sister’s cold glare reminds me every time she stays over for dinner.
“Rache! Quinn! Léa! Venir à la table! La pizza est à faire froid!” Mom yelled from the kitchen. Léa stood up from her seat, glaring at me as she took her boyfriend’s hand and sauntered into the kitchen towards mom, draped over his arm. I rolled my eyes. Idiot.