This was meant to be the beginning of a story I want to write, but it’s the wrong tone. So this is the beginning of another story, that I don’t have any real ideas about yet.
Lance Melton’s eleventh-grade painting teacher was the first to report his potentially unhealthy obsession with science. “All he wants to paint are stars and big bunches of stars,” he wrote in a memo that was added to Lance’s permanent record. An inquiry from a school counselor to Lance’s other teachers revealed more evidence: his sculpture teacher said he had made a moving model of the solar system which, though technically competent, lacked creativity; his creative writing teacher complained that his assignments were entirely science fiction; his poetry teacher had noticed a stellar motif in his poetry