Chapter 1
If I thought the world had ended,
I was wrong. The Earth still
spun. The stars still moved. My sister
still ate all the salsa before I could
get to it. See, that’s the thing. The world
always ends more slowly than you expect,
the sun burning just a fraction closer
to heat death, none of us noticing
how the Milky Way looks
just a little colder. And the world ending
doesn’t have to be a bad thing,
either. Uprooting yourself from California
to Minnesota–a different world. Moving
from middle school to high school–
a different world. Becoming a big sister.
Becoming an aunt. All the tiny ways
your world can change. Little globes
spinning to a stop, and new ones
beginning to turn.
