The Sky Stirrer

Emotions reflect the person we are. They also bring out the best or the worst of us. I know what you're thinking. Who's this git and why is he lecturing us with useless information? Trust me, you ought to know this because nobody wants to be hated by anyone. I learned that the hard way through a real...or should I say an illusional experience?

Something cool and icky pitter- pattered down onto my face. Dew or rain, I thought, remembering how I'd opened my window the night before. It was normal since this was London.

I groaned as I wiped the nasty stuff away and gingerly opened my eyes. To my astonishment, it was actually dew... falling from a leaf. The cool water quickly collected itself at the tip of the leaf before a huge drop fell into one of my eyes, without any warning. I growled once more with a drastically increased frustration.

What a gross way to start a dream!

Sitting up and wiping the water away, I noticed that I was on a grassy hill, overlooking the great, clear blue sky. The brightness, colour, and atmosphere in general was supposed to be refreshing and relaxing had it not turned greyish a second later with the sound thunder rumbling in the distance.

I was not at all surprised with the drastic change, only confused why I was dreaming this. It made me grumpier and I couldn't help but frown deeply. Thunder grumbled some more and rain started pouring over my head, making me drench. Frustration became anger in an instance. I swore loudly, the hills and mountains around me echoed these derogatory terms. I felt no regret what I was doing; this was my dream and I could do whatever I pleased.

The storm turned into an enormous cyclone and I had a peculiar idea that if this was the foreshadowing that my life was going to be ruined by something unpredictable and ferocious, or perhaps the cyclone was me and I'd destroy everything in my path. All the better! It'd be just as swell if I could be swept away from the surface of the Earth by the cyclone.

Except it never touched me. Tremendous little cyclones began forming around me. They manoeuvred through the ground, spinning faster and faster until my eyes couldn't follow, but they never swept near me. Fifteen feet and that was it. I was begrudged at how they never reached me, having a weird thought of just getting myself whisked away.

"Stop it!" A too familiar high-pitched voice said, piercing my eardrums.

"What the—" I began but stopped and stared at a person riding a... cloud? Her coppery hair flapped against her face and her dark chocolate brown eyes shone with malice. Her clothes billowed in the wind so weightlessly almost as if they, too, were weaved from wisps of cloud. In her hands was a long obsidian sceptre.

"Stop it!" She called out again.

"Stop what, Julia?!" I called back with a sneer as she settled down in front of me. "I'm not doing anything! Blame the nature, blame the sky! Blame something that isn't me. And why the heck do I need to get stranded here with you, of all people?!"

FYI, Julia was my twin sister. It was bad enough to have a sister but trust me, having a twin was ten time worse.

She was always trying to get inside my head, guessing my thoughts as if I were a transparent book with no cover. Then, there was this perpetual comparison between us. She was the goody two-shoes and I felt that whatever I did would be atrocious to everyone else's mind.

"I'm Mikasia," she said with a smile even when I was sure she must've have seen the scowl on my face.

What a disappointment.

"Julian Ainsworth," I said indifferently.

She nodded.

"Well...who's this Julia of yours? I'd love to see her once in my life."