Chapter 1
Looking Back
Skye POV
Ever since the day I fell off the roof while wearing my lucky army cap and didn't break a single bone, I had considered it one of my most prized possessions.
Looking back on my life, I realize that some of my favorite memories happened while wearing that camouflage hat. I like to think that the day I plunged through the hedge in Arundel gardens and crashed head first into a boy with green eyes and freckles was one of the best days of my life.
If you had told me then that I would consider that moment one of the greatest of my life I would have laughed in your face and asked if you had been spending too much time with Jane. Back then I didn't believe in luck or all that sentimental mush. Don't get me wrong, I still hate all that touchy feely stuff and there is no such thing as luck, just probability. But there are some moments in life that even science and math can't explain, it gives you goose bumps in a way that you something important just occurred and it sticks with you in the back of your mind wherever. Great, I'm turning into Jane. But those rare moments do exist and that day at the hedge was one of them.
Despite the annoyance I felt at that time I can't help but smile when I think of furiously fanning that freckled boy with my lucky hat in a vain attempt to revive him. The way I was about to slap him in the face as one last desperate attempt to shock him back to consciousness. How I said horrible things about the woman in the snooty high heels who was tip tapping around the cobble stones, squawking like a parrot for someone named Jeffrey.
Because that was the day I met my best friend in the entire universe, Jeffrey Tifton. I use to think that that August afternoon was a turning point in my life. True, it was a very important day and one of my fondest childhood memories but at the risk of babbling like Jane, the true turning point in my life happened on humid June evening the summer I was fifteen, almost four years after that first encounter.