The sun is also a star-what happened after the last page:

A/N: The chapters will change in size depending how much time I have at hand. I will write longer chapters but I'm warning you there will be some smaller chapters, as school takes up a lot of my time. Also, feel free to comment I would love to know what you think of it so far. Anyway, onto the second chapter:

Chapter Two:

The plane assistant: The airplane has taken off, its buzzing ring filling my ears as I begin my shift. My boss, also known as my step dad, is already irritated by the performance of work I've achieved in the last week. Maybe I shouldn't have missed work, even though my throat was sore and my head was pounding with exhaustion. I'm not the greatest fan of airplanes, but I had to do what was needed to keep him calm over the years. I was adopted early on in life, so it is difficult to know what my past is and what my life will become. At the age of 17, I'm fed up with my step dad but I have to obey him to keep him calm as fear eats me up at the thought of him fuming. Today amongst the years of struggle, was going to be the last day…. I started my day of great before hopping abroad my shift and although I was uncertain before, I knew as I refilled the trolley that today was the day.

"Lily, can I have a word with you?" my boss kindly asked in front of the passages before hissing at me when we were out of sight.

"I cannot believe you, there are passages complaining about the poor staff and service. I also want to ask why you took so long to break up those foolish ignorant people kissing. You don't want to know what waits at home when your shift ends. But first, get out there and prove to those angry passages that this plane is worth coming on again," my boss (step dad) hisses, anger boiling in his silver menacing eyes as I was shoved back out into the main section of the plane. I continued filling the food trolley: carefully organizing the crisp packets and chocolate bars; refilling the drinks, making sure the orange juice wouldn't spill; unlocking the wheels out of still mode before pushing the trolley slowly down the aisle. I pass the couple I broke up the girl is beaming to herself, her afro laughs with her the pink frosting tips glow in the dim airplane lights. I kick myself to know that I stopped their happiness, I sounded so rude and ignorant like I was missing out on some joke. The noise and the lights swirl into each other as I push the trolley slowly thinking the same thought on repeat. It pounded so loud in my ears that I was so certain my step-dad would see my plan. The words swirl before my eyes one last time, 'Death is coming tonight and you better be prepared…' before Irene my co-worker starts talking to me. Ugh!

"Hi, the shift is nearly over. Can I ask you a question? Why did you break up that couple?" Irene chats confidently to me not afraid to disturb the others around her. I could get in massive trouble for that so, I turn after parking the trolley in the side room and walk away ignoring her annoying voice. I feel the tension built in the air between me and her but it's my last day so nothing matters. I work and clean until there is only 20 minutes left. That is when disaster struck, a small bratty boy spilled orange juice all down his shirt and the mother complained to my step-dad that I had carelessly handed over a leaking carton. When in actual fact, I had checked all the drinks thoroughly before hand and to see the expression across my step-dad's face made me bust out with laughter. Normally, I would be shook with fear however, today was a day full of what the hell moments. A day I could do whatever I want as it wouldn't matter. When the day is up, when the sun has set, then my life will be in flames as I burn alive. Breathing my last breath and dragging my horrid step-dad down with me. Today was important, it was….

Irene: My shift is nearly up and a series of events today has left me shook with nerves. From thanking the girl who saved my life to Lily being weird and peculiar. Lily now I think about it in more depth, seemed distracted and drowned in sadness. When I was making conversation to her, her eyes were darting across the room as if she was scared a monster would lurk up behind her and kill her. Her blue eyes were brimmed with tears a few times throughout the day, and her night black hair drooped down in a lousy ponytail as if no effort was put towards it. I'm not mad at her for being rude, I am more worried at how uneasy and stiff her movements are. It puzzles me but I cannot focus on other people's problems. I am overwhelmed with shock Natasha, the girl I thanked suddenly saw her lover. I do not know the story behind it but my heart melts at the thought that I might have reunited her with her lover. It seems a little far-fetched but there is a possibility its true. The airplane seems to be frozen in mid-air, as my shift drags on longer than usual. I keep catching the looks the girl and boy exchange from one another and my heart flutters slightly.

The airplane finally starts to descend to earth, and my mind rests as I think of what I am going to say to Natasha. My gut falls as the lights become brighter and the plane plummets to the ground. The chewing gum in my mouth takes the edge of the screaming buzzing noise as we are minutes from landing, the plane starts to slow down until it is rooted to the spot. I spit out my chewing gum into a small bin before opening the doors, and signalling for people to leave. It is my last shift for today thankfully, so when all the people are off the plane but the pilots, Natasha, the boy and me, reality draws a smile across my face. I smile softly to Natasha and she beams obviously happy about something.

"Hey, Natasha can I talk to you? There is a lot we need to catch up on," I ask shyly, biting my bottom lip before she nods reassuring me. It is a silent walk to their suitcases, as we breathe in the reality our lives have driven towards. The evening has grown old, its wrinkles covers the dark black sky in silver shiny smiles of fresh stars. I am chuffed that my chance has come to find out the truth of why I was thanked on my last day, that thank you changed my fate completely. I am supposed to be in a grave, rotting in the dry, discoloured soil but instead I am living my dream, having a job abroad a plane.

"Should we grab coffee? We have a lot to talk about." Natasha replies, her voice cutting through the silence. I nod, my thoughts swirl before my eyes, and the possible truth is created in my mind. I have waited, wondered through ten long enduring years and all my energy has been eaten away at the thought that keeps me away at night. Why did she thank me? What are the chances that her words stopped me from going to the grave early… I am able to fast pass them through security and soon we at the convey belt searching for suitcases. Natasha describes her suitcase, as bright pink with faded edges and sticks covered across the front. The boy spots it right away, and lunges forward nearly knocking over an old lady. The boy's face is wide open, his hair is messy and wild. His serious eyes have now melted into softness, the boy is the definition of happiness.

Memory: Memory: without it we would pick the same stupid choices our past selves did. We would forgot our loved ones. Memory is so important. Then why does some memories dissolve over the years, why do certain faces disappear like chalk on the floor in rain. Irene, though never forgot Natasha's face. Natasha and Daniel remembered each other. Daniel and his older brother, Charlie never forgot each other even though they have removed each other from each other's lives. I guess memory decides what to remember, and the lost useless memories get tossed aside, left in the rain to wash away.

Natasha: The night sky carries old memories, like the day I was deported. Life has taken its own path, as we walk out of the automatic doors suitcase in hand. Daniel, Irene and me walking disappearing into the darkness. We wait for a taxi, the stars gleam and New York is better than I remembered. As we wait for a taxi, I spot the plane assistant that served me crisps being shouted at: her hair is messy, hair busting out of her low ponytail; the man shouting at her, has steel metallic eyes that stare down at her; the girl is shook with fear, as the man turns steaming red from anger. I gaze at them, my gut slowly dropping as Irene and Daniel talk to each other. The taxi arrives, and I shuffle in catching one last look at the girl, her eyes wide open with fear. The three of us squash in together, as Daniel tells the driver to go to this coffee shop that I don't know the name of. My thoughts are screaming at me, as I zone out of the conversation. I am moving in with Daniel, I can't really believe it and I think it is obvious I'm beaming with happiness as Daniel in the darkness of the cab grabs my hand. I squeeze his hand gently, while images of the girl being shouted at and Daniel shyly asking me if I wanted to life with him swirl before my eyes. We eventually reach the small coffee shop, and my heart melts at the thought that this is where we got coffee together ten years ago. The dark oak furniture is the same, but obviously the people behind the counter are different. The waitress is cheerful, and as we sit down after making our order, she comes back nearly instantly with our three coffees. She has also given us a slice of chocolate cake for free, which is kind of sad as it must men hardly anyone comes here.

The air is soon full of conversation, as I explain why I thanked her in the first place and then soon after, she quietly mumbles, about her thoughts of suicide. I feel

A pang of relief for Irene, even though I hardly know her and as our coffees are slowly drank, it feels for a moment that we are all just old friends. The chocolate cake is delicious and the air fills with laughter. We are the only people in the small coffee shop, but that doesn't matter as we exchange numbers.

"So, Irene tell us a little more about yourself," I say before, licking the chocolate around my lips.

"Well, at the moment I don't really live anywhere. I mostly work abroad planes and that is amazing, but can sometimes be lonely. I don't really have family at the moment, my mum left me with my dad and my dad was not a nice person. Anyway, enough about me tell me about yourselves," Irene smiles softly, her face plastered with fake happiness but deep in her eyes her past is haunting her.

"If it's okay with you Daniel, why don't you move in with us Irene? I know it's too soon but you can have a place when you not abroad the planes," I ask, glancing over at Daniel waiting for his reply.

"YES, I would love that. I have a break for three days and yes. Yes," Irene busts out, eyes gleaming and her words come out in a rush. Daniel nods and smiles. And I don't know if it was me that night, but the air filled with sparks of laughter, words were said between sips of coffee. The world was complete, we were all happy. Well we were all happy until morning struck drowning us with uneasiness that couldn't be tossed aside…..