Skylar jumped nervously when she heard her iPhone, resting aside her sketchbook, buzz and the screen lit up. She sighed, picking it up. For a mere moment, Raz got a look at her lock screen. It was common for teenage girls to have the lock screen of the girl kissing her boyfriend on the cheek, but Skylar's was different. It was an 8-year-old Skylar, not even holding the horse, and kissing the side of its face; as if to set her apart from the boyfriend/girlfriend shot. The horse was a reddish-brown color with a thick mane and long, unruly forelock and expressive black eyes. Skylar looked incredibly different than she did now. Her eyes were closed and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.He looked at the doll like, beautiful girl. Something was off, though. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it wasnt quite right...
Missy giggled at Percy sarcastic remark, turning to the side. Her profile revealed high cheekbones, long, thick lashes and a very aristocratic roman nose, giving her the appearance of a flawed roman statue. Sh'e had tanned skin, with the odd pimple every few weeks, and some barely visible discoloration that told of her previous battle with severe acne. From the front, her nose appeared rather normal, and she jd large, almond shaped deep reddish brown eyes, and her face was framed by thick, wild medium golden brown, long curly hair with natural gold highlights from hours spent in the garden and on horseback. All together, she was pretty but not beautiful, but her strong features and brazen, buck wild personality gave her a untamed, almost dangerous quality. She hated to admit it, but she wasn't always right, and she could be more than an idiot when it came to risk taking, though.
"Do you like horses?" She asked suddenly, locking her iPhone.
)