A/N: No matter how much, I (we), want to be Rick Riordan, we are not. Any PJ characters/ideas used in this are entirely not mine. Just the way they are used
Skye
Skye walked down the streets of Southern Brooklyn, in the winter it was warm, like a desert. In Brooklyn, it always seemed to be that way. But it felt disturbing too, Skye always felt odd there. But when she was in Manhattan, she felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Like she was at home. At the current moment, her home was an orphanage near the Empire State Building. It had always seemed cruel to her that she had to live in an orphanage whilst other children skipped around gleefully.
Skye was a 15 year old well-weighted tan girl, with frizzy ginger hair. She always seemed to be.. Cold blooded? I guess you could call it that. But, anyways. She was always cold, both in personality and physicality. She never forgave, if one of the nuns at the orphanage hit her hard she put that nun on a list, not a kill-list. But, when she left she vowed to come back and make it a better place. Fire all the rude nuns, who just decided to be jerks. Make it all warm, and comfortable. The place she lived in, certainly wasn't that.
Skye walked in the orphanage and was yelled at for being out past curfew, she was swatted with a paddle a few times and she walked off the pain. She got in her little cot, that had a secret ice cooler under it, just to cool herself on when pissed off by the nuns. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.