~Skylar's POV:~
I laid in my bed, enjoying the last few moments of sleep before the sun got up. My days are always very long, as my brother makes me train constantly. He's always afraid someone will attack me for being his sister, but I can defend myself.
Unlike everybody else in the SMP with their swords and crossbows, I throw knives. I have a arm band that can shoot three small arrows, and I have two boomerangs. From the hours of training I have been through, my aim is amazing. No matter how much the target is moving, I will always hit it.
People tend to ignore that I exist, as I am typically known as the unimportant member of the SMP. My brother doesn't let me go to meetings or help him run the SMP, so everyone sees me as weak. I'm definitely not, but my brother never lets me do anything.
"Skylar! Get up, you have training in half an hour!" My brother screams. I have never needed an alarm clock, because that tea kettle can wake me up easily.
I get up and put on a pink hoodie and some jeans. I quickly put my hair up, put on a little bit of waterproof makeup, and slip on some combat boots. I put on my arm bands that hold my throwing stars and can shoot my arrows, and then I grab my carrier that hold my boomerangs and sling it on my back. Before I leave my room, I put on a smiley face mask. It was Dream's signature clothing piece, meaning I had to wear it to imply my status.
I walk downstairs to George, Sapnap, and my brother Dream sitting at the table eating breakfast. "It's about time, you girls take forever." Dream complained. "Shut up, I took less time than I usually do."
I grab a piece of bacon off the table and head to the door. "Sky, do you need anyone to walk you? It could be dangerous out there." Dream says. I roll my eyes. He is always so overprotective and it ticks me off. I had one incident and now i'm 'helpless.' "I will be fine, I'm not five years old. If something goes wrong, I will alert you okay?" Dream sighs, and nods. I put the bacon in my mouth and walk out.
The walk to the training area was uneventful, as it usually is. People usually see my mask and ignore me, knowing if they hurt me my brother will be the first to know. I get to the training area and it is empty, considering how early it is.
I'm getting sick of Dream constantly babying me. It's getting old. I'm almost 16 and the only people I can ever talk to are George, Sapnap, and Dream. My life gets so lonely, considering I'm not even allowed to have pets. I met a dog once, it bit me, and the rest is history.
I angrily throw a knife at the target, hitting dead center. I throw three knives at the next target, all of them hitting the center. As I'm walking up to the targets to grab my weapons, I hear rustling in the bushes. I grab them and immediately ready myself to throw them.
"Is someone there?" I ask, to no avail. I hear the rustling again and turn towards the sound. "I don't miss, show yourself!"
That seemed to work, because someone stepped out of the bushes. He was tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white shirt with long red sleeves and a pair of jeans, with some simple tennis shoes. He looked my age, maybe a little older. He didn't look dangerous, but I didn't let my guard down.
"Who are you?" I asked bluntly. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm Tommyinnit, but you can just call me Tommy. I came here to train but I freaked out because I saw a woman." He had a British accent, and he was obviously trying to make his voice sound deeper.
I relaxed slightly, considering how nonchalantly he said that. All he had on him was a bow and a couple of arrows, which wouldn't do him well in short range combat.
He tilted his head as if examining me, then asked, "Why are you wearing that mask? You look like Dream with that stupid thing on." I put my knives away, as he obviously had no intention of hurting me, physically at least. "I'm Dream's sister, so I have to wear it. It's kinda like a status thing." I say, cringing slightly. I hate how condescending that sounded.
"OH SHIT, CAN I EVEN SPEAK TO YOU? DREAM DOES NOT LIKE ME THAT MUCH." He yelled. I instantly started giggling, I didn't realize that people couldn't talk to me, I just thought they were scared. "You're all good. Even if you're not supposed to speak to me, I won't tell anyone. Dream doesn't let me speak to many people, so I'm happy to find an excuse to talk to somebody."
Tommy smiled at that, and said, "Well, I don't normally speak to women but if it might piss off Dream, I will gladly do so." "Well, my name is Skylar if you would like to know. I'm sorry if I'm awkward because as I said, Dream is an overprotective little shit and doesn't let me talk to anyone." Tommy furrowed his brow and said, "Is that why you looked so angry while hitting those targets?" Even with my mask on he could read my emotions easily. "Yeah, he is very over dramatic." "Well, sorry about that. I can say, however, that your aim is fantastic. You were barely paying attention to the targets and you hit them dead center!" "I could teach you to do that with your bow, the aiming process is similar." "Sounds good to me!"
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By noon, Tommy's aim had improved vastly. He wasn't as accurate as I was, but he could hit close to the center almost every time.
"As much as I would like to keep teaching you, I have to go home."
"Yeah, don't want D-money to shit himself."
I laughed, but a question popped into my head.
"Tommy, do you think we could hang out again tomorrow? It would be fun."
"I would be honored, Pissbaby jr."
I punched him in the arm, and started to walk back home. "See you tomorrow bitchboy!"
"You too, even though you just called me that."
For the first time, I walked home truly happy.
