The Stars, Sun and Skye

Stars

It was Christmas Eve and Evie Daye was seated on her bed, staring at the clear winter sky through the window next to her bed. She could see a bright crescent moon and a few stars scattered around the sky. She could hear the bustling city afar, celebrating the countdown to Christmas. Her cat, Skye, was curled up against her. She picked Skye up and put her on her lap, for she was more important than anything else in the world. Skye stuck with her through thick and thin, following her from house to house. She'd been the only real family she had other than her sister.
"Evie?" Her 6-year-old sister Eava whispered, and rubbed her eyes. Skye's gentle purring must have woken her up.
"Go back to sleep Eava," Evie said.
Eava didn't go back to sleep. Instead she sat up on her bed and said, "What are you doing?"
"Admiring the skies as I count the stars."
"Are you counting down to your birthday?"
"My birthday! Oh yes, I forgot all about it," Evie said, remembering that she was about to turn 10.
"How could you forget?"
"Every year Eava. Nobody remembers my birthday because everyone is off celebrating Christmas instead," Evie said.
Eava remained silent for once. Rare for a 6-year-old to do so. She jumped onto Evie's bed and stared at the sky with her.
"What's that?" Eava said, pointing at a hooded figure that seemed to get larger by second. Evie realised that it was running towards them as it ran across the neighbours roof.