Stardust
by Meg Buchanan
It was Train Wreck that made us. And Train Wreck finished us too. But a lot happened in between. First there was Stardust, that song was the beginning. It all started the day Collins gave me the journal. “Write what you know,” he said. Trust a bloody teacher to come up with a cliché.
But, I did what he said. Wrote about watching Jess. Because, that’s what I did then, Watched her, yearningly, thirsting. Jess, with eyes the green brown of a bush stream. Hair flowing and curving softly. A sort of peanut butter and dark honey colour. Her hand touches her lips. A stray strand of hair, Gets tucked behind her ear. I imagine her touching me in that slow way. Feel her fingers in my hair. Her palm on my cheek. In my mind, I reach out and touch her, and she touches me back. I feel her fingernails run down my chest. But, she never saw me, I was invisible to her. Stardust is the first book in the Train Wreck A Rockstar, coming of age romance series.
But, I did what he said. Wrote about watching Jess. Because, that’s what I did then, Watched her, yearningly, thirsting. Jess, with eyes the green brown of a bush stream. Hair flowing and curving softly. A sort of peanut butter and dark honey colour. Her hand touches her lips. A stray strand of hair, Gets tucked behind her ear. I imagine her touching me in that slow way. Feel her fingers in my hair. Her palm on my cheek. In my mind, I reach out and touch her, and she touches me back. I feel her fingernails run down my chest. But, she never saw me, I was invisible to her. Stardust is the first book in the Train Wreck A Rockstar, coming of age romance series.
