Falling Stars

Vega was running. From where? To who? Even she didn't know. She pushed herself forward. Keep going. Faster. Quicker. Onwards. Away. Her lungs were on fire. An aching sensation grew in her abdomen, begging her to slow down. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage. But she wouldn't stop. Her worn-out blue schoolbag banged painfully against her back, the straps pulling on her shoulders with each agonizing step. Pain blossomed in her feet. Fallen leaves caught the wind, swirling around her. She swatted them away. Dark chin-length hair whipped her face. Her breaths escaped in pants. A bulky white watch on her left wrist ticked in time with her heartbeat. The street was eerily quiet. Empty. Desolate. Where had they all gone? To the ceremony, perhaps. They wouldn't miss it for the world.

The twelve year old's hands clenched into fists. She wouldn't think about them. They'd made their choice. And she'd made hers. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Her Shaun the Sheep stuffed animal stuck out of her backpack's side pocket, bobbing and swaying in all directions as she bolted down the street. A white name tag on the zipper of her bag rattled, VEGA PETIT written in her Mum's neat, swirly handwriting. She bit down on her lower lip, wishing all her memories to recede. The past was the past. This was now. This was the future. The promise of something new.

A flash of light tore Vega away from her wandering thoughts. She slowed to a stop, every inch of her small body screaming in anguish. A hand instantly shot up to shield her eyes from the blinding sunlight. She squinted in order to see. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, and her heartbeat showed no sign of slowing down. The horizon was brilliant shades of blue and orange as the sun positioned itself in the afternoon sky. But that wasn't what caught Vega's attention. One by one, small objects overhead burned up in the atmosphere before finally descending to Earth. The Meteor Shower. It was here. Everyone else was wrong, Vega included. Now was the time to panic. She should have listened earlier.

A fit of vibrations broke out inside the right pocket of Vega's jeans, followed by a shrill ringing noise. She reached inside and fished out the cellular phone she'd received earlier. Her eyes never left the display of meteors above her, utterly spellbound. She held the phone up to her ear and it automatically switched to the talk setting. She didn't say hello. Neither did she wait for the caller to. She knew exactly who it was.

"Case, you were right." Her voice was distant and unreasonably calm. "We're too late."

Author's Note: I am a huge procrastinator. That's a fact. I finished writing six prompts putting off my life skills essay. Unbelievable, right?

This is actually another image prompt I decided to do. Anyway, I won't be continuing this story. I don't even know where I was going with this. It was just one of those spur of the moment things.