Note: No fluff, no romance, purely comedy and entertainment. Enjoy, Rate and Follow!
"Skye?" Rosalind called. "Where are you?" She had been looking for her sister for the past ten minutes to no avail. Her eyes scanned the large paved street in front of her, but no signs of her blonde, hotheaded sister.
"Up here." Came a muffled voice from above. Rosalind gasped when she saw Skye peering down at her from the top of a very tall tree.
"What in the world are you doing?" Scolding was Rosalind's job, as she was the oldest and constantly had to riddle with Skye, the biggest troublemaker. Skye grinned
"I wanted to see if I could spy on you and Tommy, but then I couldn't hear anything. So now I'm kind of stuck."
"Good heavens!" Rosalind exploded in exasperation. "First of all, why would you climb a tree without making sure you can get down, and second, why are you spying on me and Tommy?!"
"Because I was bored." Explained Skye with perfect carelessness. "Jane is writing for her stupid Sabrina Star and raving about a guy named Micah, and Batty is sleeping. Hound is snoring and Daddy is talking aboutViola Cheiranthifolia or something. So I was bored with all that nonsense and came out here.
Rosalind gave it some thought. It was a pretty logical idea, but none the less, spying was spying and had to be handled in the same way. "That gives you no reason to go spying on me and my personal affairs, you hear me? Skye, if you do that to other people, they'll end up not liking you. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
Shrugging as best she could, Skye replied, "Well, depends on who the person is. Like, if it were Pearson, smack on! You bet I would spy on him and make him not like me. I mean, he's such an annoying dork. Or Melissa. She's as about worthy of the title of trash as a rotten banana peel."
"Alright, Skye. Just remember not to do that. It isn't very nice. And please don't rave about your enemies to other people, too. It gives you a bad impression." Rosalind walked back into the house, humming a tune under her breath.
Skye remained outside on the tree branch, wondering how in the world she was going to get down. For one thing, the air was getting slightly cold and her fingers were numbed, and two, she was stranded twenty feet in a large oak tree. A comical sight to be sure, but Skye found nothing funny in the situation. It was only ten in the morning, not a very good start to the day.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she heard someone's voice, full of mirth and laughter. To Skye's huge embarrassment, along came Tommy, talking with one of his football buddies. Well, it was either now or never.
"H-hey Tommy!" Skye called out. Tommy stopped and looked up. When he saw the girl, he began cracking up.
"What in the world are you doing up there?"
"Oh, you know, just sitting here and watching larks. What did you think doofus? I'm stuck!" Skye hissed.
"Yeah, I can see that. How did you get up there."
"I climbed." Came the huffed reply.
"Well, that must have been a jolly long climb because you're way up there. Ha, bet you were playing Watchtower with your sisters."
"Was not. I was bored, so I decided the best place to cure it was by climbing up here. Now, I kind of decided it isn't. So can you help me down?"
"I guess. Just go down the way you came and we'll make sure you don't hurt yourself." Tommy secretly laughed to himself. His girlfriend's sister, so full of trouble, yet so much fun to be around. He felt lucky to live on the same street as the Penderwicks.
He watched as Skye descended inch by inch, strategically placing her sneakers in each nook that she found. Finally, when he reached the bottom branch, she carefully lowered herself down and dropped. Tommy helped her upright and said.
"You know, Rosie wouldn't like you staying up in that tree. You could have gotten hurt."
"Me? Oh, yeah well." Skye rubbed the back of her head. "She knows I was here. Good bye, Tommy." And she took off running.