Here is a pic of what I think Kai, our lonely teen, would look like! ^^

Kai's POV

"Hey Pink Star, it's me, Kai. Today was shitty again." I run my hand through my cotton candy pink hair and smile a little as I stare up at the twinkling stars in the sky. Something about a night sky filled with stars just calms me. All the stars are beautiful, of course, but one of them is my favourite. It always seems to twinkle slightly pink.

In fact, that's why I ended up dying my hair pink, so that I could feel closer to that star. I know it's stupid but it brings me a small comfort in this chaotic world. Besides, I really love my pink hair now! With my pale almost ghostlike skin, my natural blonde hair made me look too much like a walking corpse.

"Some idiots at school thought it would be funny if I wore my food instead of eating it. You remember them, I've told you about them before." I sigh and readjust myself on the balcony wall. Those idiots at school would probably have a field day if they knew I talked to a star in the sky. That would just give them one more reason to bully me.

"I guess I should be happy since they didn't hit me today. Do you think life will be easier when I turn 18 or 19? My bet is on 19 because then I'd finally be out of high school and I'll never have to see those jerks again!" I shift again in my seat on the balcony and sit so my feet are swinging off the edge of my two story house.

I look back up at the stars and smile. Every night for the past few months I've been talking to the stars, well one in particular, the pink star. I tell my star about my problems, my likes and dislikes and my day to day life. Honestly, I tell my pink star everything!

I know it's weird but it feels good to just say my feelings and worries out loud even if there's no response. It lifts a small burden off my chest, and looking up at the sky and seeing my pink star every night reassures me and instills hope. My dazzling pink star that can light up my whole world after a long day. My comfort, and the main reason I can still smile after such a shitty day.

It's not like I have any friends or family to talk to. High school sucks and I have no friends. My mom died four years ago, when I was thirteen, and my dad couldn't deal with her loss. I probably see him twice a year if I'm lucky, and I definitely haven't seen him in the last five months.

After mom died, he threw himself into work to numb the pain, it being the only thing that he could focus on. I suppose that all the time and energy he poured into work wasn't in vain because he made a number of good investments and is now a multi millionaire.

He bought this huge two story house for us the last time I saw him and had all of our stuff moved from the condo we used to share, whenever he was around, to our current house.

This house is a teenager's wet dream! It comes complete with an indoor pool, Jacuzzi, home theatre, sunroom and a video game room. My bedroom is huge and connects to a giant, partially enclosed balcony. I also have 3 different platinum credit cards that I can use for whatever the hell I want. So what's there to complain about?

The truth is, I would trade everything I have if I could have one person who loves me. One person who spends time with me, laughs with me, even gets annoyed or mad at me because all that would mean that they care; that I matter to them. One person who will give me lots and lots of hugs. I haven't had a hug in years! Not since the day of my mother's funeral. I really really miss hugs.

"I think life after high school will be fun. Maybe then I'll finally be able to make friends! Oooh and maybe find a boyfriend! Then I can get lots of cuddles! Boyfriends are required to give cuddles right?" I think they are. I really hope they are. I smile brightly at the thought of being able to cuddle my future boyfriend whenever I feel like it.

I shiver and pull my purple scarf tighter around my neck. Winter is here and we should be expecting the first snow any day now. "I'm volunteering after school tomorrow, so I'll be a little late talking to you. I also have a lot of homework tonight since I procrastinated a little. Ok a lot! No judging! But anyway, thanks for listening."

I giggle at that because I'm pretty sure no one is listening. Not that I don't believe in God, though I'm still not quite sold on his existence but because there are far more important problems in the world and people in way worse situations than I'm in.

"I'm starting to feel like a popsicle so I'm going inside. Bye bye pink star, I'll talk to you tomorrow!" I swing my legs back over the balcony and hop down before heading to the kitchen to make myself some dinner.

I'm a good cook. Scratch that, I'm an excellent cook! I've been cooking for myself from the time I was fourteen. That was the age I realized that I would have to take care of myself.

I make some chicken fried rice and take it into the living room, plopping down on the couch and grabbing the remote to watch some mindless television while I eat. After I'm finished I take a quick shower and sit at the desk in my room and work on my homework, and it takes about four hours to finish everything.

I glance over at the cloak and realize it's 11:40pm. "Ooh I can go kill some zombies for twenty minutes!" I exclaim, rushing downstairs to the game room. I spend forty minutes playing my favourite shooting games before brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed.

My eyes drift to the window and I decide to have one more peek at my pink star before I go to sleep. It seems to be glowing brighter as if showing off for me. The delighted giggle that escapes me turns into a shocked gasp as my hand springs to my mouth.

My pink star, the source of my happiness, has become a ball of fire now plummeting to the ground along with my sense of comfort. I stumble to the door, flinging it open and rushing out into the chilly night air, all in hopes of getting one last look at my falling star.

"No." A whispered cry that no one will hear escapes as I witness its fall.

I watch until I can't see it anymore, checking the sky again and again in hopes that it would reappear. By the time I realise that my pink star is never coming back, my feet are blue from standing on the cold ground.

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I sniffle as I rub the sleeve of my turquoise pajama shirt under my nose. How will I get through tomorrow without knowing that my pink star was watching over me? 

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