Through The Eyes

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A/N : above picture is Skylar.
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Cy was already up and about when her father came in to wake her. She was up at 12:00 then again at 5, she remembered not having the dream, but she still feared the nightmare. And it was a night she didn't have to call Nick. She hoped one day they would stop or know what they meant. She'd wished she'd stop having such weird, and scary dreams.

Cy ran a hand through her hair, she was nervous. It was two days after Thanksgiving, and she was going to see Skylar. She hadn't seen her aunt for a week already because she said she was on a week trip to Brazil. So now that she was coming back they agreed to have the dinner on the weekend.

The thing is that Thanksgiving at her house wasn't even like most families who had family gatherings of mean grandparents who came over every year, then start blabbering complaints about the cooking, or the house, or about whose home they were in, or cousins coming over and picking on each other, or a long lost relative coming from around the world. Their Thanksgiving's were just a big enough meal to feed everyone their friend family: Nick, Jen, Skylar, Thomas, and of course, Cy.

A knock came at her door and it creaked opened, just as Cy was turning around from her chair at her desk–which was placed up in front of the slightly opened window–she saw a familiar face.

Skylar.

A smile exploded on Cy's face and she pushed her chair back and shot up. "Skylar!" she ran into Skylar's open arms.

"Hey Cy. How's it going?" She said through Cy's blood red hair.

Cy broke apart from the embracing hug, letting her arms fall back down to her sides. "I'm great," her expression of happiness was as clear as glass. "How are you?" She asked her aunt. Cy noticed Skylar's new hairdo. "I see you got your hair done too. It looks amazing." Cy reached to the left side of Skylar's head which was now shaved and the rest of her hair was dark blue with hints of maroon purple, where it had all once been brown.

"Yeah," she said nervously with a big smile. "Do you like it?" She asked grabbing a lock of blue hair, waiting for Cy to answer. "Brazil was a big change for me."

Cy looked at Skylar with a look that said are you kidding?.

"Do I like it? I love it. It's so cool." Cy looked at the long newly colored locks and noticed how perfect it went with her winter blue eyes.

"Your father was surprised that I got my hair like this. He said I looked different, and younger." Skylar looked up, indicating her hair.

"Of course you look different, and younger," she laughed, "He's just jealous of how great you look, and he doesn't look nearly as great as you do." Cy said to her aunt, grabbing her hands, and giggling.

Skylar looked down at Cy–who was only four inches shorter than her–smiling a full ear-to-ear smile. "Let's go out to the living room and join everyone." Skylar dropped her hands and turned around to the closed door.

Jenevieve and Nicholas sat in the living room, watching the netscreen while Thomas was in the kitchen. He was in front of the stove with some pots with light steam rising up over the tops. Skylar walked into the kitchen as Cy sat beside Jen on the chestnut brown couch.

"Hey." Jen and Nick were watching TV.

"Hey," Jen said, focused on the clear projecting screen. Her dad had rebuilt a new version of it for them, because he didn't trust the government built ones. A clear touch screen, thin-like special plastic sheet that glowed like a television but instead of all the wiring there was nothing, just a screen with holographs on it. Thomas was a smart man–the smartest guy Cy knew–and he built or fixed pretty much everything in the house.