[h2][center][color=6ecff6]Skylar[/color][/center][/h2]

Skylar was lying in bed with her eyes closed. Her breath was soft as is sleeping, but she was quite alert. Dreaming was dangerous during these times. No telling what her father would try on her if he had the chance. Until this stupid conflict ended she was going to avoid him by taking short naps and drinking tons of red bull. 

Sighing and deciding that she had rested her eyes long enough she kicked her legs out of the bed and gracefully landed on the floor of the empty cabin. The cabin stayed nice and warm despite the camp being on the side of the ocean, so Skylar was only wearing a t-shirt and her underwear. Rubbing her eyes quickly as if it would help her mind catch up to speed faster she looked out the window that was facing the ocean. It reminded her of her home back in California. Now that she was old enough to own a place Skylar had moved to the west coast, living in camp was not really an option after her 18th birthday, besides it was rather boring. It hadn't taken her too long to raise money due to her new hobby working with computers. Her power over electricity seemed to give her a natural gift with the electronics. Yeah, she missed California already, with it's nice weather, warm water, and her boyfriend. But camp was camp, and it was a tradition for her now after eight or nine years.

Throwing on some random clothes that were hanging around on the floor, Skylar stepped out the door into the light. Groaning, she headed towards the smell of coffee. A combination of homesickness, a lack of a coffee cup in her hand, and lack of sleep had made her very irritable. Some first year stumbled into her way with a plate of sticky waffles. Luckily he managed to tip the plate out of her way before it splashed all over her. Still she growled the the unfortunate kid, [color=6ecff6]"Watch it kid."[/color]