#young sky

[askskyyoung]

zaun, twenty years ago

Sky knew what she was getting into when she took on this errand. It would pay a high price. Deliver the goods and be on her way back home. Simple.

It would be extra money for her parents, with some to spare for the other families in her community.

There was just one problem. She was unfamiliar with this part of The Fissures, and despite following the directions, she had wound up lost on more than one occasion.

Eventually, she did end up where she needed to be, with some coins shaved off the payment due to her tardiness.

The package of scrap metal and bolts was delivered, and Sky was now well on her way back home.

Or so she thought.

She looked down at the crumpled pamphlet, trying to retrace the steps that got her here. She took a wrong turn two streets ago, and… She was being followed.

Of course, she would. She was lucky she wasn't jumped with the package in hand. Zaun was a land of scavengers and survivors, doing what they had to do to survive.

Eat or be eaten.

She lowered the pamphlet and decided to seem confident in her stride and direction. But it didn't deter the shadows that followed her. Hungry and waiting for the proper moment.

The little girl took a moment to look over her shoulder, looking away from where she was going. In doing so, shadows shifted, and she bumped into a wall of lanky muscle and damp clothing.

"Well, lookie what we go 'ere fellas."

Sky's blood turned cold. She took a few steps back avoiding the man's gaze. All the while she reaced for the knife in her boot.

"Y' a lil' young to be traveling all on your own, ain'tcha?"

Sky gripped the knife, set her jaw, and glowered up at the three men that surrounded her. "You're a little old to be picking on a kid..." She grumbled.

She wasn't something to fear. A little girl in baggy hand-me-down overalls and clothes. Glasses bent and cracked, resting on a baby button nose dusted with freckles. She wasn't a fighter. Hell, she couldn't even meet the man's eye.

One of the men, slightly older than her laughed. "Y' got a feisty mouth on ye."

The third person, eldest of the three, backhanded Sky roughly across the face, the blow causing her to drop her knife and her glasses to fly off her nose. While her glasses landed on the ground, the knife skittered away. She stumbled and fell. Carefully, she checked her cheek for damage and looked up at the man, eyes watering and wide in fear.

She could run, but the two other men behind her were hungry, closing in. The man in front of her reached out and grabbed her by the chin, crouching.

"Be a good girl and stay quiet, aye?" @revolution-cheri

[askskyyoung]

What is your favorite plant and why?

Moss!

I think I've answered this in the past, but I'll never get tired of talking about it.

People often joke about how much I'm obsessed with the plant, but I just can't help myself. The various uses of it in architecture and pollution control are limitless!

I have recently completed a study and an official scientific article proposing that roofing made of moss can warm and cool a home in respective climates. It has also been shown to help cleanse and purify rainwater and the surrounding air! A breakthrough! Just think! Using a proper gutter system and water barrels, it-

Oh sorry. I got carried away again.

I'm very excited.

I would be honored if you gave my article a read!

[nascentesxmorimur]

“I know I’m not the greatest mom..but I’ve always done my best.” angsty teen years.

The young girl had been living with these people for a little over two years but in that time, they were nicer to her than her old family ever was. She really liked them, loved them even, regardless of whether or not they kept her for however much longer. Sky felt like she finally found a real home with them, especially with Cass. 

“I think you are,” she spoke softly as she looked up from her drawing. “the greatest mom...you are. You never had to say yes to keeping me...or even just letting m stay here. But you’ve always been nice to me  And you’re always here when I need you...even when I don’t think it’s okay to ask. You just kinda...know.” Sky fiddled with her colored pencil between her fingers, thinking about the words she wanted to say. “I know I’m not easy to take care of...and I’m really weird, like, super weird and stuff...but you don’t treat me like I am. You’re nice to me...and you don’t hit me, even when I might deserve it. I think you’re a really great mom, even if you’re not my birth mom...but I think sometimes that’s better. Because you chose to let me stay here with you... so I think you are the greatest mom. Your best is better than enough.” 

@heartsunspoken

[skyys-universe]

Another bop.

They were so fucking underrated. Jeez. Korea be sleeping on them.

[ithinkhernamewasisabella]

Youngsky serving looks in Oneway TV’s Producer Reviews

[nascentesxmorimur]

“I’m not normal...” 

The parroted words of realization slipped out in a hushed, deadpan tone from the 9 year old’s mouth. They rang in her head and buzzed around like angry bees, amplifying her desire to scream but instead, the young girl stood frozen in the center as the other kids surrounded her. They stared and glared at her from every angle. Some kids threw things at her; pebbles and balled up paper, food or empty bottles....but all of them began throwing insults at her left and right.                    Weirdo....                            Freak.....                                 Orphan...    “Her own parents didn’t even want her around!”            “That’s cuz she’s a freak!”                    “No wonder they gave her away.” 

Sky closed her eyes tight and put her hands over her ears. “Stop!” She yelled aloud, heart hammering in her small chest. A bigger kid stepped up to her and pulled her hands away from her head forcefully. “Open your eyes, freak.” He demanded, still pulling at her limbs. “C’mon, open your eyes! I want you to see this coming.” Sky still refused to open her eyes, not only because she was afraid but because she wouldn’t give him what he wanted. She didn’t want to be scared, but she was outnumbered and surrounded and most of the other kids were bigger than she was. “Go away! Leave me ALONE!” Sky screamed at the boy pawing at her. A giant gust of wind picked up out of nowhere, kicking up all the stray papers and items that had been thrown at the girl moments before into the air and away from the circle. The two continued to struggle, the boy determined to removed Sky’s hands from the sides of her head while Sky was determined to get as far away from him as possible. “Get off of me!” “Not until you move your hands, freak!” Several more demands from each party were exchanged before the wind became stronger. Some of the kids dispersed and ran for shelter, thinking it might start raining. They were right. A flash of lightning crackled, illuminating the sky suddenly, followed by a loud roll of thunder. “Admit that you’re just a little orphan freak that nobody wants around.” The boy continued to maul the smaller girl, yanking at her arms now and grabbing her hard around her tiny wrists. “Let go!” “SAY IT! SAY IT!” “NO!” The boy shoved her backwards onto the ground where she fell hard onto the dirt. He towered over her, making her back up on her heels and palms. “Leave me alone!” He glared down at her menacingly, balling his hands into fists. “Not until you say it. Go on, you little freak. Go on and say it. I’m a weird little baby and nobody loves me.” Her chest tightened at his words. Sky knew she wasn’t like the other kids. She didn’t mind being alone and sometimes... things happened around her. She thought she was haunted or cursed sometimes when things moved by themselves.. The young girl was a loner in school...she was the new girl now and nobody liked her. The one friend she started to actually bond with moved away weeks ago, leaving Sky all by herself once again. The other students made it crystal clear how much they disliked her...how weird they thought she was....  She clamped down hard on her bottom lip with her top teeth, the taste of blood filling her mouth. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. She didn’t, however, have the same reserve to keep her anger in check. It bubbled so fiercely to the surface it burned her pale skin. The boy drew closer to her now, still yelling at her over the wind and thunder. He looked twice as sinister in the dark back light from the dim shadows and strikes of lightning behind him. Sky kept crawling backwards away from him on the ground, as her anger grew it almost seemed like the mud beneath them started vibrating the slightest bit. “Stop! Leave me alone!” She screamed again. Now it remained just the two of them...and just as the older boy began to reach for her, the dirt at his feet started crumbling and caving in on itself, making him sink into the ground to his calves. “What the---Hey!!” The dirt began reforming, packing itself tightly around his legs to trap him where he was. “Hey! H-Help!” He called, looking around and then at Sky, his hands still reaching for her. Sky’s eyes widened as she watched him sink and become trapped in the dirt. She wasted no time in taking that opportunity to scramble to her feet and run towards home.  

She could still hear her attacker screaming angrily and freaking out, calling for help as he remained stuck in the dirt. Sky continued running, her legs on autopilot as her brain ran itself in circles trying to make sense of what just happened. Bruises had already to began to form on her arms and wrists. Dirt was streaked across her face, from both the leaves and various objects that hit her via students and wind. The rain soaked through her clothes, making them heavy as she crossed the street to get to her current house. She pulled the door open and raced inside, closing it tightly behind her. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she stood against the front door. She lived in an apartment with her most recent foster family, so she still had to go upstairs but her legs were no longer on that helpful autopilot mode and her whole body was shaking. 

The young girl slid down to the floor, clutching her sides as tears finally fell from her eyes. Those words from her peers still pricking at her brain like needles, clothes and hair dripping like an echo of her tears to the floor where she stayed slumped and drenched. Her body shaking from a combination of emotions and icy chills. She rubbed at her wrists where she was grabbed repeatedly, beginning to really feel the bruises and phantom grip. As the whole scene replayed again in her mind, Sky wished that she could disappear into the floor underneath her.

                                                                                               “...I’m not normal...”

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