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Fighting an inter-dimensional monster and finding a girl with superpowers definitely wasn't how Skylar intended her evening to go - but if it kept her out of the house, she was all for it!
"All I did was join the AV Cl...
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SKYLAR HARRIS HAD always darted between interests at an infuriating pace - both for her, and those around her. It wasn't her fault, she always argued, one day she would devote her life to dancing and the next she would be intensely invested in gardening. Her home was always a minefield of discarded skills; none of them seemed to click.
However, one thing that never wavered was the girl's love for conversation, much to her parent's and teacher's distaste. The girl just never appeared capable of shutting up... nor ever wanted to.
The quietest that Skylar had ever been was at the age of nine, when she lost her voice. And even then, it was far from peaceful.
Instead of the loud chattering that would typically follow her around, the air would be filled with the rapid squealing of a pen on a whiteboard as she scribbled down her every whim, before proceeding to wave it in the face of anyone unfortunate enough to glance in her direction.
Ironically, it had been quieter when Skylar didn't have her vocal chords intact.
There never seemed to be any cause for concern about this, however. Despite the occasional meeting at school because of Skylar's 'poor effort', it never really seemed to be a problem. All young girls were chatterboxes, and that was the verdict.
Well, that was until Skylar started disrupting lessons at school. She never meant to, and always felt tremendous guilt afterwards, but unfiltered thoughts just spewed from her mouth like sewage from a drain.
Adults stopped laughing appreciatively at the sudden outbursts she had and began lecturing her. They stopped ruffling her hair affectionately when she came home with a new hobby and instead started warning her that she had to choose what she wanted to focus her life on soon.
Everything had changed - and not in a way that Skylar liked.
And so as a coping mechanism, Skylar began acting out - well, as much as an eleven year old could act out. School-work became a figment of her imagination, and she instead focused all of her time with her friends, or even just sitting by herself at the creek and skipping rocks.
Either way, it was better than going home and having to deal with the lectures from her father, or the disappointed looks her mother would steal at her when she thought she wasn't looking. Skylar saw them all.
While her mother was doting and kind, her father was different - Skylar never really bonded with him. Not that she could, anyway - he was always at work.
Skylar's father, David Harris, was a well respected man in the Science community. Skylar was never sure of what he did - because he never allowed her to ask - but she was always trying to capture little glances of the confidential files he hid away, desperate to quench her curiosity.
