Epilogue

(Sterling)

13 years later...

"And that's the full story."

I yawned as I nestled my head into my pillow. "So that's how you and dad met?"

My mother nodded, "Yes, I found his old journal we all wrote in and decided that it was time to tell you.

"So the dad downstairs isn't my real dad?" I asked.

My mom shook her head, "We didn't want you to know."

I looked at her, She seemed upset about something.

"Mom is everything alright?" I asked.

"No Sterling, I just forgot how much I missed your father, that's all," My mother said.

I smiled as I sat up. "Is it possible to go and visit him?" I asked.

"What about after school tomorrow," My mother suggested.

"I was kind of hoping to skip school tomorrow," I said.

My mother laughed, "You already skipped school to go to Ireland for hockey. Remember you have a game at six tomorrow morning!"

I laid on my bed and closed my eyes.

My mother closed the door and I sprung up from bed. I couldn't sleep, even if my team needed me I didn't care. I ran over to my cell phone and called up my hockey friend Quentin Richards.

"It's everyone's favorite center, number thirty-one, Sterling Davis!!!" Quentin shouted over the phone.

"Hi to you too Quentin," I said.

"You know we're playing the Hounds right?" Quentin said.

"Yeah, I know, but I've been working on my deking!" I exclaimed.

"They'll never stand a chance!" Quentin laughed.

I paused for a second, "There's something I want to talk to you about later."

"Later, like during the game?" Quentin asked.

"No, I mean after the game idiot!" I said.

Quentin started stuttering as he tried to defend himself.

"Don't worry, it's just a joke," I said.

Quentin sighed a sigh of relief. "Don't do that."

"I didn't know you were such a wuss," I said under my breath.

"What was that?" Quentin asked.

"Nothing nothing!" I said.

Quentin laughed. "I guess I'll see you in a bit, this sniper's gotta go bye bye!"

I hung up and placed my phone back on the nightstand. Then I ran over to the door to listen in on my mother's conversation.

"Elliot, do you mind taking Sterling to hockey tomorrow?" My mother asked.

"Of course," My now known step-father said with a slight hint of worry. "If you don't mind, could I take him to my work party after his game."

"Actually, I was hoping to take him to Sydney's house today," My mother said.

"You took him yesterday, and my party is on the way home anyways," My step-father said.

My mother sighed.

I could hear her pacing the room up and down.

"Okay, how about you take him to your party for a bit, then meet back here and I'll drive him over to Sydney's," My mom suggested.

"Fine fine, that sounds fine," My step-father said.

"Just make sure that you get at least one picture of him playing, last time my parents got super pissed that we had no pictures," My mother said.

"Yeah yeah, don't worry about it, I've gotcha covered," My step-father joked.

"No no, I should worry, you said that last time!" My mother shrieked.

"Shhhh, keep your voice down," My step-father said as he shushed her.

I decided to go to sleep. I tucked myself into bed and closed my eyes. But I was interrupted by a loud pounding on my window.

I looked up to see an asain girl with azur tipped hair. She didn't look a day after fifteen. She raised a rock into the air and I had to open the window to stop her. "What the heck are you doing?" I whispered loudly.

"Trying to get in, obviously," The girl said.

"Who are you?" I asked her.

The girl smiled and handed me an ID card. "My name is Lyra Liu, writer and singer!" Lyra smiled.

"You're a writer, like a famous one?" I asked.

"No, I haven't published anything yet, but I plan to," Lyra said.

"You sound a lot like my dad," I told her.

"I do, is he here?" Lyra asked.

I shook my head, "He died a few months after I was born," I told her.

"Really, then who's that?" Lyra asked, pointing out the door.

"Step-dad apparently, I just figured it out today," I explained. "Now please go!"

"Why, you haven't told me who your dad was!" Lyra shouted.

"Why do you want to know?" I asked.

Lyra sighed, "I've been watching you."

Interesting, I'm being stalked by a fifteen year old asian girl. I thought.

"I've seen you play hockey, but I never see you with a book," Lyra said. "Your father was a writer, a pretty good one might I add."

"You knew my father?" I asked.

"Everyone knows him, Jayden Davis!" Lyra said.

Great, so she has been stalking me," I thought.

"And before you say that I've been stalking you-"

"I've already started to assume that," I said.

Lyra gave a disgruntled look, "Anyways, I only know that because I'm Sydney's niece,"

"Ohh, so you aren't a stalker," I said.

"Unless watching you sleep doesn't count, yeah," Lyra laughed.

"Wait what!" I gasped. "Isn't that kind of creepy?"

The fact that this fifteen year old girl was watching me was kind of creeping me out.

"What else have you seen?" I asked.

"Oh, I watched you change once," Lyra said with a sly look. "You really shouldn't leave your window open."

I stepped back a bit, "Yeah, um totally."

Lyra smiled, "Anyways, I remember being two years old and running around with my sister at your meet and greet party.

"The day my dad passed?" I asked.

"Yeah, I was two at the time but it seemed so real," Lyra smiled.

I could hear footsteps outside my door.

Lyra heard them too because she ran out into the street out of view.

"Sterling, what was that?" My mom asked as she opened the door.

"Um, nothing!" I said.

"Can't sleep?" My mom asked.

"I have so many questions about dad!" I said. "Can we talk about it?"

"What do you want to know?" My mom asked.

"Before his journal started, what was he like?" I asked.

"Shy, kind of troubled a bit awkward," My mom said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, but if you gotta know him, he was really talkative," My mom explained.

"And that phrase, Another day Another star, what does it mean?" I asked.

My mom paused like she was trying to think then her eyes lit up. "Something your father always had."

"Which was?" I asked.

She paused for a second, "Hope!"