Blue Skies

i. Introducing Skyler Oakley

Skyler's POV

"Wake up honey," said a familiar voice. "Meh, no," I replied, way too comfortable in my fluffy jade coloured duvet and honestly not in the mood to get out of my snug queen sized bed.

"Sweetie, you'll miss your flight," said the same voice.

"Ssh, I'm concentrating you evil mongrel," I mumbled unconsciously, completely lost in my dream. I pulled my lilac pillow over my ears and turned around so that I was lying on my stomach.

"Um okay, Sky you better concentrate on waking up now hon," the voice said, now becoming clearer. I felt someone shaking my body. I opened one of my eyes and felt someone's hand on my back. Suddenly goose bumps conquered my body and I went full on ninja mode. I jumped out of bed, raising one foot in the air and crossed my arms into an 'x'.

Without really bothering to actually see who it was, I screamed, "BACK OF YOU CREEP, YA LIL SLY PIGLET, I'M A KARATE CHAMPION. WH-" I stopped abruptly when I heard someone laughing. The voice was familiar, well of course it was; it was my mother's voice after all.

My eyes fixed themselves on the tall thin figure in front of me. It was my mom. The first thing you noticed about her were her curious blue eyes. Her fair peach completion was glowing and there was a smile on her thin rosy lips. She had curly hazel hair that was tied up into a messy bun. She wore no makeup, and you could tell she didn't really try to look good. I mean she was in her grey pyjamas for god's sake. My mother was beautiful and I was glad to have at least some of her genes.

For a split second I stood confused, then understood and burst into a fit of giggles. Embarrassed, I looked at my mother and saw her smirking.

"You know as a mother I know I shouldn't encourage lying but if some," she paused and smiled for a second, "Well, 'evil mongrel' were to attack you, I am pretty happy to see that you have suddenly transformed into a distinguished karate champion. You know Sky, with a vocabulary like sly piglet and evil mongrel, I really do understand why your English teacher says you are very well read."

I grinned, for that ladies and gentlemen, is my mom, Kaitlin Oakley. Then suddenly, my grin faded and my jaw dropped, producing a perfect O. I had just realized that I was going to London. Like, today. It was finally happening, the exchange program I had waited for ever since my sister, Lennox returned four years ago.

"Mom, it's actually happening! I'm going to London today, oh my god! I shrieked.

"Ah, there it is, I was wondering why you hadn't shattered all the glass in our building yet," she teased.

I smiled, my huge blue eyes then focusing on my cosy plain black pj's and white tank which said 'coffee be my valentine'.

"Mom, I still have to get ready! I'm going to be so late. Ugh, why am I always late? Why can't I not be sleepy once in a while?" I whined, frowning at my mother.

"That would be because you're my daughter and sleep is the most valued thing in my life, after you of course," she winked.

I gave her a weak smile and hurriedly closed my bedroom door. I looked at room for a second and observed it. I wouldn't be sleeping in it for three weeks. Almost all my walls were white except the wall behind the bed which was my favourite colour - a very light shade of jade.

There was a black deathly hallows sign which I had painted myself. Harry Potter was one of those books for me that I could read again and again but never get sick of.

My bed was filled with fluffy pillows that matched my room; lilac and the same shade of jade. On the left of my bed was a huge glass window from which I had the most breath-taking view of New York City. I loved the city. New York was the only place on earth I would ever call home because I adored it inside out. I loved the towering skyscrapers and how the streets of New York were full with such diverse people. Each person had a distinct identity, a unique story. I loved the yellow taxis and how the city suddenly transformed into an illusion of bright lights at night. I loved how Times Square was buzzing with chaos and bustling with crowds. I loved the street food vans that smelt of hot dogs and how the cities feel never changed even though every single day, everything else did.