So...here's my new story: Sunny Saffron :D It might help if you've read my previous stories about Victor and Will although I don't think it is a problem if you haven't :)

I will try and update as soon as possible although i'm not sure how frequent the updates will be at the moment since i have a gazillion exams :(

Please leave a review to tell me if it's any good :)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Finding Sky...sigh...

Saffron's POV

Light shines through the glass-less window of my house, waking me from me deep and somewhat peaceful sleep. The rusty old clock in the corner of the room tells me that it is half 5 in the morning-just enough time to get everything prepared. I silently creep out of bed, careful not to wake the two sleeping bodies on either side of me. Well…when I say bed it's really just an old mattress in the corner of the room. The springs had broken long ago but we had to adjust since we can't really afford a new one right this minute. It was a double mattress but when you have two little children curled up on top of you, it can feel quite small.

Well…when I say little children…they aren't that little anymore. My son, Josiah, is now 10 years old and already taller than me. My daughter, Tazzia, is now 6. Tazzy was quietly sucking her thumb; her mass of curly hair was spread out on the pillow around her. Jos was snoring soundly and occasionally muttering to himself. Sweet.

Despite it being half 5 in the morning, it was warm since this is South Africa and it is always warm in South Africa. I get to work, boiling the tap water to get rid of germs so it is fit for drinking. After that, I then use the remanding hot water to wash the dirty clothes and hang them on the line in our small back garden to dry. By six o'clock I gently wake my children to tell them to get up.

'Mamma?' Tazzy called out, her voice still groggy from sleep.

'Good morning Tazzy, Morning Jos.' I smile at them. Jos groans and buries his face in the pillow.

'Come on, Jos. We need to get going or the queue will be extra-long.' I moan.

We only had one room in our small house so in order to shower we had to use the public showers down at the beach. The only time you can avoid waiting for ages is by getting up at the crack of dawn. Gradually, Tazzy and Jos pull themselves out of bed and start getting ready. I try and tame Taz's wild hair into two braids since she complains when her hair is left loose. Everyone says that Taz and I look alike: we both have the same dark brown hair in tight curls, we're both small (although Taz's height is excusable because of her age) and we both have the same facial features. However, Taz and Jos's skin is slightly darker than my caramel tone.

Once everyone was ready, we finally got out of the house. There wasn't a lock on the front door, in fact there was barley a door since the hinge was coming loose. It was okay because although we lived in a slummy area, I knew everyone who lived here and we were all friends; friends that look out for each other. That was why I ran away here after I got pregnant with Taz. I needed to find people to keep me safe encase he comes to find me. For the first time in my life, I felt safe here.

It was a twenty minuet walk to the beach, half 7 when we arrived, and already the beach was coming to life. We joined the queue for showers with Tazzy chattering away all down the line. Half the time she doesn't even know what she's talking about; she just likes the sound of her own voice. Jos looks out at the sea and watches the waves roll in. Jos is kind of the opposite of Tazzy. He is somewhat quiet and reserved- not shy, just thoughtful.

After we use the public showers and pull on some clean clothes, we walk up to the fruit smoothie bar where I work. It was a miracle I got the job really. Sandra, the owner, gave it to me because she was also a savant. She says that us savants need to look out for one another so she hired me, despite me having to look after a toddler and being 9 months pregnant with Taz, without any education. She couldn't look after the smoothie bar because of her arthritis so she helped me out by caring for Taz and Jos when they were babies. Everyone loved Sandra although Sandra demanded that we all call her Grandma, regardless of the fact that none of us are related to her.

Jos gave me and Jengo a hand lifting the crates of fruit into the bar because he might only be 10, he was a lot stronger than me. Jengo was a good friend of mine who worked as a bouncer in a nightclub in the evenings. He also worked afternoon shifts as a lifeguard since he had four younger brothers and sisters to care for. He was built like a body-builder, so he lifted up the crates as though they were as light as a book. I, however, needed Jos to help me.

By 10 o'clock, the beach was in full swing. There were speakers set up on the golden beach which blasted the latest songs for the tourists to listen to. That's where Tazzy spends most her time: dancing. She spends days making new routines and showing off her dance moves in front of the tourists since she is the biggest show-off I know. Lots of people work down here by the beach: lifeguards, shop keepers, bar tenders…In their free time, they all gather round the dance corner and have some kind of dance off with each other; normally Tazzy wins.

Jos usually hangs with his friends on the beach playing football, volleyball, cricket etcetera. Most people who live in the area spend their days on the beach seeing as not a lot of the children in the poor area can afford to go to school and a lot of adults have work at the beach. If I could wish for one thing, it would be for Jos and Taz to go to school since I never got the chance and I want them to have a good future. They seem to have fun though: playing on the beach all day, watching the waves tumble into the shore. Some people would describe it as a luxurious lifestyle.

Normally around lunch time they would both come into the smoothie bar to get a fruity drink and something to eat. Tazzy chats away about her new dance, pestering me to come and watch after my shift. Tazzy carried on chatting to Jos and me so we would occasionally nod or say 'yeah' to show we're listening.

'What do you think, mama?' Tazzy asked me suddenly. I look to Jos for guidance of what to say but he just shrugs, laughing quietly to himself.

'Sorry, what was that sweetie?' I ask.

Tazzy dramatically rolls her eyes. 'My soulfinder mama. I'm going to look for my soulfinder.'

I smile fondly at her. 'I know Taz. Not right now though, you don't have a passport?' I smile at her. I didn't want to tell her the truth, that soulfinders are rare. I've been telling my children about the magic of soulfinders as soon as they were old enough to understand. Who cares if it probably won't happen? It gives us something to hope for and in a world like this; you have to hold on to hope.