CHAPTER ------ 2
Skye Belle was just like any other twelve year old girl. Almost. Naturally she was excited that she was twelve – after all, that was so much older than being eleven. She enjoyed being outside and playing sports with her friends, especially netball. And she loved most of the other things that girls her age enjoyed doing, like playing games, helping her mum with the cooking, and playing on her iPad. There was nothing out of the ordinary in any of those things. At school Skye was just like everyone else her age too. She studied hard and did her best. In fact she often came first in all of her subjects. Not everyone can come first in their class, of course, but there’s nothing unusual about being smart. Even Skye’s family was fairly normal. She had one brother, Brandon, who was ten. Being a little bit younger than her, Brandon could be a pain sometimes. He didn’t always understand everything that Skye said and that frustrated her. Not to mention the pranks that he liked to play on her – boys could be so silly at times. But in between the occasional argument and fit of anger, they would still play and laugh together. In fact, despite their differences, they were the best of friends. Skye’s parents were always quite busy with their work but they would still make time each day to spend with Skye and her brother. Her parents were obviously pleased with how well she did at school, but they would have been proud of her even if she failed her subjects, so long as she tried her best. Skye knew that her mum and dad loved her very much. That isn’t to say that Skye’s life at home was perfect ‐ far from it. Of course there were the pranks that Brandon would play on her. But she would also get into trouble for things that could not possibly have been her fault. Like last month when she was blamed for breaking the roof tiles. How was she supposed to have broken the roof tiles? Sure she climbed up there occasionally and set up her heavy telescope to look at the stars, but that wouldn’t have broken any roof tiles. She grumbled that sometimes her parents just didn’t see things the way that she did – something that anyone her age could certainly understand. Yes, Skye was just like any other twelve year old girl. Almost.
You see, unlike most other girls her age, Skye loved old things. Not just any old things, but really, really old things, and the older the better. Ancient things. Her dad was 43, so in Skye’s mind he certainly qualified as old. But what she was really interested in were things that nobody thought existed anymore, things that people thought had been lost forever. But as much as she loved researching and reading about old and forgotten things, she loved trying to find them even more. Her last adventure had been the previous summer. After reading all she could about the ark of Noah, she had decided that she would trek through the remotest parts of Turkey to find it – and she had. Now an expedition was underway to dig up the ark and restore it. Skye was certainly resourceful and she was very, very determined. She was also thankful that museums liked to pay for the things that she found; otherwise she could never afford all of the travel. Her room was cluttered with old things she’d found that she had decided to keep for a reminder rather than sell to the museums. But only small things, like a few old Roman coins or pieces of ancient Greek pottery – small things to remind her of her adventures and the things she’d been able to find. Of course there were the usual things in her room, like her yellow table and red and blue chairs, and the bookshelves that went up to the ceiling. The bookshelves though didn’t actually have any books in them but were filled with all of her toys. Her books were too important to keep in an ordinary bookshelf – they were in the study in the grand old bookshelf. It was made of oak and it smelled as old as it looked – Skye loved it. Today Skye was sitting at the dining table eating her breakfast and reading the morning’s newspaper. She was finishing off a bowl of muesli with fresh fruit and strawberry yogurt on top. Skye loved a healthy and filling breakfast; it helped give her energy and made her excited about the day. She was reading an interesting article about the discovery of some ancient coins, pottery and jewellery in the Middle East when her mum walked in. ‘Skye,’ her mum said, ‘your aunt Thelma is coming to stay with us for a couple of nights.’ ‘Oh, that’s great,’ said Skye happily. ‘Aunt Thelma is lovely.’ Skye liked her aunt. Not only did it seem that she was always smiling, but she was one of the most beautiful singers Skye had ever heard. Thinking of her aunt’s
singing voice suddenly made her frown. ‘Um, but isn’t she supposed to be singing in a concert tonight?’ ‘She had to cancel for some reason,’ her mum replied. ‘She didn’t tell me why on the phone. I guess we’ll find out tonight when she arrives.’ Skye hoped her aunt was okay. She really did have the most amazing singing voice, and Skye felt sorry for the people who would miss out on her concert. Oh well, her mum was right ‐ they would find out tonight. Skye turned back to the newspaper and frowned. It always annoyed her when interesting things like this discovery of ancient artefacts was only reported on in a few lines, but then there were pages and pages filled up with stories about sport. Her dad enjoyed reading those pages but it seemed like a terrible waste to her. Later that night, while her dad was still at work, there was a knock on the door. Skye ran over to answer it. ‘Who is it?’ she asked. ‘It’s your aunt Thelma,’ the voice said from the other side of the door. Skye could barely contain her excitement at seeing her aunt again. She unlocked the door and opened it but was shocked at what she saw. Normally her aunt would have greeted her with a huge smile that would immediately make her want to smile too. But Aunt Thelma wasn’t smiling. She looked haggard. ‘Hello Skye,’ she said tiredly, trying to force a smile onto her face. ‘Hello Aunt Thelma,’ Skye replied. She felt nervous about the change in her aunt but tried not to let it show. ‘Come in. We’re very excited to see you.’ ‘Thank you,’ her aunt said, and this time she did smile ‐ but it was only a small one. Her aunt came in and Skye’s mum gave her a big hug. ‘Thelma, it’s always good to see you,’ she said. Then she looked at her sister and frowned. ‘You look so tired. Sit down.’ Aunt Thelma dropped her bags on the ground then let out a long sigh as she fell onto the couch. Skye and Brandon sat down and watched as their mum poured a cup of tea for their aunt. ‘What’s wrong?’ her mum asked. ‘I know it must be something important for you to have cancelled your concert.’ She gave Thelma the cup of tea. ‘Thank you,’ she said, and then took a sip of tea before letting out another sigh. ‘I just feel drained,’ she said
finally, before the words started to pour out. ‘I feel like every time I walk on stage everyone is waiting for me to fail, to sing the wrong words or sing out of tune. I just don’t feel like I’m a very good singer anymore – or maybe that I never was in the first place.’ ‘Thelma,’ Skye’s mum said, in a tone of voice that Skye knew was about to be followed by something encouraging. ‘You know you’ve always been a great singer,’ her mum continued, ‘and you’ve always doubted yourself as well. You don’t need to doubt yourself, or the talent God has given you.’ Yep, Skye was right; she knew her mum’s tone of voice well. ‘But this is different,’ Thelma said. ‘I really don’t think I’m good any more. And I’m scared of walking out on stage.’ Their mum started at Thelma for a long moment before walking over and sitting next to her, embracing her in a big hug. Thelma leaned her head on their mum’s shoulder and tears silently started to fall down her cheek. ‘Kids,’ their mum said, turning to them, ‘do you mind giving your aunt and me some time together alone please.’ Skye and Brandon stood up. Their mum was right, and no doubt she and her aunt would be talking and crying late into the night. As they were walking out of the room, Brandon stopped and looked at Thelma. ‘Don’t worry, Aunt Thelma. You are a very good singer. You will remember that soon.’ Tears formed in Thelma’s eyes again. ‘Thank you Brandon,’ she said as she reached out and gave him a big hug. Then Skye and Brandon left them and went upstairs. Once they were in Skye’s room she began pacing, walking back and forth across the room. ‘You’re right Brandon,’ she said. ‘Thelma is a very good singer. She just needs to remember that.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Brandon, ‘she just needs her courage back again.’ Skye spun around to face him. ‘That’s it! She needs courage. Now, where’s that paper gone.’ She ran over to her table and pushed some things out of the way searching for the newspaper. ‘Ah, here it is.’ Picking up the paper she flicked through the pages until she found the one she wanted. ‘Listen to this: Professor Airbon confirmed that the relics from his archaeological discovery in Iran date to around 500 BCE.’ She stopped reading and frowned. ‘Um, I hate it when they do that,’ she grumbled. ‘Do what?’ Brandon asked.
‘When they call the year BCE rather than BC,’ Skye replied. ‘Why?’ ‘Because BC means Before Christ, and BCE means Before Common Era. It’s the same when they replace AD with CE. AD stands for Anno Domini – that is Latin and means The Year Of Our Lord. CE just stands for Common Era. People keep trying to take Jesus out of history.’ ‘Why would they want to do that? It seems silly,’ Brandon replied thoughtfully. ‘I know.’ Skye frowned again then turned back to the paper. ‘The story continues: Professor Airbon believes the relics are remains from King Xerxes’ royal palace.’ ‘Xerxes,’ Brandon said, laughing. ‘That’s a funny name.’ Skye glared at her brother with her hands on her hips. ‘King Xerxes was the most powerful man in the world at the time,’ she said in her best lecturing voice. Brandon tried to stop laughing as he saw his sister’s stern gaze. ‘It’s still a funny name,’ he mumbled. ‘Anyway,’ Sky continued, ignoring her brother’s comment, ‘what is important for us is not the king but one of his wives.’ ‘Really?’ Brandon asked, confused. ‘Who?’ ‘What do you remember about Esther from the bible?’ she asked. ‘I remember a little from what mum and dad read to me. Mainly that she was courageous. But they haven’t read that one for a while.’ ‘Courageous? She was one of the most courageous women in history! Let me tell you the story again. It happened a long time ago,’ Skye began, putting on her teacher’s voice, ‘almost 2,500 years ago in fact. Long after King David had died, God’s people, who were called the Israelites or sometimes the Jews, stopped loving God and started living without him. So God sent his prophets to warn the Israelites to turn back to him. But they didn’t. So God punished the whole country when the army of Persia conquered them, and the Israelites were led away into exile.’ ‘Wait,’ Brandon said, interrupting her, ‘where’s Persia?’ ‘Persia was an ancient nation that is now called Iran,’ Skye replied. Brandon nodded that he understood so Skye continued. ‘While the Israelites were still living in exile in Persia, the king, Ahasuerus – who we think was actually King Xerxes,’ Brandon smirked again at the name but Skye ignored him, ‘married one of the Jews called Esther and made her his
queen. But one of the king’s princes called Haman hated the Jews and wanted to kill all of them. So he made an evil plot and had the king sign a royal law so that Haman could have all of the Jews, all of God’s people, killed. ‘But Esther was told by Mordecai ‐ ’ ‘That’s another funny name,’ Brandon interrupted, trying his best not to laugh. Skye frowned and growled slightly. Brandon took the hint and closed his mouth. ‘Anyway,’ she continued, ‘Mordecai, who had looked after Esther since she was young, told her that she had to speak to the king and ask him to stop the killing from going ahead.’ ‘That doesn’t seem very courageous,’ Brandon said. ‘After all, they were married.’ ‘But in those days,’ Skye said, ‘even though she was his wife, Esther wasn’t allowed to see the king unless he asked to see her. Otherwise she could be put to death.’ ‘That’s horrible. Why?’ ‘It was a long time ago,’ Skye replied. ‘They did things differently back then. But that’s where she showed such huge courage. Even though she knew she could be put to death, she still went to see the king without being asked.’ ‘I can’t imagine mum letting dad get away with anything like that!’ Brandon joked. ‘And what happened?’ ‘The king was happy to see her. Eventually she asked him to stop the law to kill the Jews. King Xerxes listened to her and made another royal law so that the Jews wouldn’t be hurt. Then the evil Haman was killed for his wicked plot. ‘Even now, Jews around the world celebrate the Festival of Purim to remember God saving them through Esther.’ Brandon thought for a moment then scratched his head. ‘So what does that have to do with Aunt Thelma?’ he asked. ‘Well, if this Professor Airbon has found some relics that belonged to King Xerxes, then there may be something from Queen Esther there as well. We might be able to find some clues as to how she was able to show such great courage.’ Brandon was smiling now. ‘And then we could give something to Aunt Thelma to help her get her courage back.’
‘Exactly,’ Skye said, smiling too. ‘So where to now?’ Brandon asked. ‘Well,’ Skye said, turning her attention back to the newspaper, ‘this article says that Professor Airbon is currently working at the Louvre.’ ‘The what?’ ‘The Louvre. It’s a museum. And it’s in Paris. So that means we’re going to France!’ Brandon yelled with excitement – he’d never been to France before, and it looked as though he and his sister were going to have another adventure together. Skye was grateful that Brandon always came with her on her adventures. Her parents were glad too, because they thought that somehow he was looking after her. Humph! She was the older one, and it was her that had to look after him! But, as painful as Brandon could be at times, he shared her excitement and love of adventure and she in turn enjoyed having him with her. It was good to have someone to share her experiences with. She even had to admit, grudgingly, that he had helped her in the past. But only once or twice. And she would have gotten herself out of trouble without him anyway; it just would have taken a little longer, that was all. Skye jumped onto her iPad to book some air tickets for her and Brandon to fly to France. She then told her parents where they were going. Even though she knew that her parents always worried when she and Brandon went travelling somewhere to search for lost items, she was thankful that they still encouraged them to go.
Skye Belle was just like any other twelve year old girl. Almost. Naturally she was excited that she was twelve – after all, that was so much older than being eleven. She enjoyed being outside and playing sports with her friends, especially netball. And she loved most of the other things that girls her age enjoyed doing, like playing games, helping her mum with the cooking, and playing on her iPad. There was nothing out of the ordinary in any of those things. At school Skye was just like everyone else her age too. She studied hard and did her best. In fact she often came first in all of her subjects. Not everyone can come first in their class, of course, but there’s nothing unusual about being smart. Even Skye’s family was fairly normal. She had one brother, Brandon, who was ten. Being a little bit younger than her, Brandon could be a pain sometimes. He didn’t always understand everything that Skye said and that frustrated her. Not to mention the pranks that he liked to play on her – boys could be so silly at times. But in between the occasional argument and fit of anger, they would still play and laugh together. In fact, despite their differences, they were the best of friends. Skye’s parents were always quite busy with their work but they would still make time each day to spend with Skye and her brother. Her parents were obviously pleased with how well she did at school, but they would have been proud of her even if she failed her subjects, so long as she tried her best. Skye knew that her mum and dad loved her very much. That isn’t to say that Skye’s life at home was perfect ‐ far from it. Of course there were the pranks that Brandon would play on her. But she would also get into trouble for things that could not possibly have been her fault. Like last month when she was blamed for breaking the roof tiles. How was she supposed to have broken the roof tiles? Sure she climbed up there occasionally and set up her heavy telescope to look at the stars, but that wouldn’t have broken any roof tiles. She grumbled that sometimes her parents just didn’t see things the way that she did – something that anyone her age could certainly understand. Yes, Skye was just like any other twelve year old girl. Almost.
You see, unlike most other girls her age, Skye loved old things. Not just any old things, but really, really old things, and the older the better. Ancient things. Her dad was 43, so in Skye’s mind he certainly qualified as old. But what she was really interested in were things that nobody thought existed anymore, things that people thought had been lost forever. But as much as she loved researching and reading about old and forgotten things, she loved trying to find them even more. Her last adventure had been the previous summer. After reading all she could about the ark of Noah, she had decided that she would trek through the remotest parts of Turkey to find it – and she had. Now an expedition was underway to dig up the ark and restore it. Skye was certainly resourceful and she was very, very determined. She was also thankful that museums liked to pay for the things that she found; otherwise she could never afford all of the travel. Her room was cluttered with old things she’d found that she had decided to keep for a reminder rather than sell to the museums. But only small things, like a few old Roman coins or pieces of ancient Greek pottery – small things to remind her of her adventures and the things she’d been able to find. Of course there were the usual things in her room, like her yellow table and red and blue chairs, and the bookshelves that went up to the ceiling. The bookshelves though didn’t actually have any books in them but were filled with all of her toys. Her books were too important to keep in an ordinary bookshelf – they were in the study in the grand old bookshelf. It was made of oak and it smelled as old as it looked – Skye loved it. Today Skye was sitting at the dining table eating her breakfast and reading the morning’s newspaper. She was finishing off a bowl of muesli with fresh fruit and strawberry yogurt on top. Skye loved a healthy and filling breakfast; it helped give her energy and made her excited about the day. She was reading an interesting article about the discovery of some ancient coins, pottery and jewellery in the Middle East when her mum walked in. ‘Skye,’ her mum said, ‘your aunt Thelma is coming to stay with us for a couple of nights.’ ‘Oh, that’s great,’ said Skye happily. ‘Aunt Thelma is lovely.’ Skye liked her aunt. Not only did it seem that she was always smiling, but she was one of the most beautiful singers Skye had ever heard. Thinking of her aunt’s
singing voice suddenly made her frown. ‘Um, but isn’t she supposed to be singing in a concert tonight?’ ‘She had to cancel for some reason,’ her mum replied. ‘She didn’t tell me why on the phone. I guess we’ll find out tonight when she arrives.’ Skye hoped her aunt was okay. She really did have the most amazing singing voice, and Skye felt sorry for the people who would miss out on her concert. Oh well, her mum was right ‐ they would find out tonight. Skye turned back to the newspaper and frowned. It always annoyed her when interesting things like this discovery of ancient artefacts was only reported on in a few lines, but then there were pages and pages filled up with stories about sport. Her dad enjoyed reading those pages but it seemed like a terrible waste to her. Later that night, while her dad was still at work, there was a knock on the door. Skye ran over to answer it. ‘Who is it?’ she asked. ‘It’s your aunt Thelma,’ the voice said from the other side of the door. Skye could barely contain her excitement at seeing her aunt again. She unlocked the door and opened it but was shocked at what she saw. Normally her aunt would have greeted her with a huge smile that would immediately make her want to smile too. But Aunt Thelma wasn’t smiling. She looked haggard. ‘Hello Skye,’ she said tiredly, trying to force a smile onto her face. ‘Hello Aunt Thelma,’ Skye replied. She felt nervous about the change in her aunt but tried not to let it show. ‘Come in. We’re very excited to see you.’ ‘Thank you,’ her aunt said, and this time she did smile ‐ but it was only a small one. Her aunt came in and Skye’s mum gave her a big hug. ‘Thelma, it’s always good to see you,’ she said. Then she looked at her sister and frowned. ‘You look so tired. Sit down.’ Aunt Thelma dropped her bags on the ground then let out a long sigh as she fell onto the couch. Skye and Brandon sat down and watched as their mum poured a cup of tea for their aunt. ‘What’s wrong?’ her mum asked. ‘I know it must be something important for you to have cancelled your concert.’ She gave Thelma the cup of tea. ‘Thank you,’ she said, and then took a sip of tea before letting out another sigh. ‘I just feel drained,’ she said
finally, before the words started to pour out. ‘I feel like every time I walk on stage everyone is waiting for me to fail, to sing the wrong words or sing out of tune. I just don’t feel like I’m a very good singer anymore – or maybe that I never was in the first place.’ ‘Thelma,’ Skye’s mum said, in a tone of voice that Skye knew was about to be followed by something encouraging. ‘You know you’ve always been a great singer,’ her mum continued, ‘and you’ve always doubted yourself as well. You don’t need to doubt yourself, or the talent God has given you.’ Yep, Skye was right; she knew her mum’s tone of voice well. ‘But this is different,’ Thelma said. ‘I really don’t think I’m good any more. And I’m scared of walking out on stage.’ Their mum started at Thelma for a long moment before walking over and sitting next to her, embracing her in a big hug. Thelma leaned her head on their mum’s shoulder and tears silently started to fall down her cheek. ‘Kids,’ their mum said, turning to them, ‘do you mind giving your aunt and me some time together alone please.’ Skye and Brandon stood up. Their mum was right, and no doubt she and her aunt would be talking and crying late into the night. As they were walking out of the room, Brandon stopped and looked at Thelma. ‘Don’t worry, Aunt Thelma. You are a very good singer. You will remember that soon.’ Tears formed in Thelma’s eyes again. ‘Thank you Brandon,’ she said as she reached out and gave him a big hug. Then Skye and Brandon left them and went upstairs. Once they were in Skye’s room she began pacing, walking back and forth across the room. ‘You’re right Brandon,’ she said. ‘Thelma is a very good singer. She just needs to remember that.’ ‘Yeah,’ said Brandon, ‘she just needs her courage back again.’ Skye spun around to face him. ‘That’s it! She needs courage. Now, where’s that paper gone.’ She ran over to her table and pushed some things out of the way searching for the newspaper. ‘Ah, here it is.’ Picking up the paper she flicked through the pages until she found the one she wanted. ‘Listen to this: Professor Airbon confirmed that the relics from his archaeological discovery in Iran date to around 500 BCE.’ She stopped reading and frowned. ‘Um, I hate it when they do that,’ she grumbled. ‘Do what?’ Brandon asked.
‘When they call the year BCE rather than BC,’ Skye replied. ‘Why?’ ‘Because BC means Before Christ, and BCE means Before Common Era. It’s the same when they replace AD with CE. AD stands for Anno Domini – that is Latin and means The Year Of Our Lord. CE just stands for Common Era. People keep trying to take Jesus out of history.’ ‘Why would they want to do that? It seems silly,’ Brandon replied thoughtfully. ‘I know.’ Skye frowned again then turned back to the paper. ‘The story continues: Professor Airbon believes the relics are remains from King Xerxes’ royal palace.’ ‘Xerxes,’ Brandon said, laughing. ‘That’s a funny name.’ Skye glared at her brother with her hands on her hips. ‘King Xerxes was the most powerful man in the world at the time,’ she said in her best lecturing voice. Brandon tried to stop laughing as he saw his sister’s stern gaze. ‘It’s still a funny name,’ he mumbled. ‘Anyway,’ Sky continued, ignoring her brother’s comment, ‘what is important for us is not the king but one of his wives.’ ‘Really?’ Brandon asked, confused. ‘Who?’ ‘What do you remember about Esther from the bible?’ she asked. ‘I remember a little from what mum and dad read to me. Mainly that she was courageous. But they haven’t read that one for a while.’ ‘Courageous? She was one of the most courageous women in history! Let me tell you the story again. It happened a long time ago,’ Skye began, putting on her teacher’s voice, ‘almost 2,500 years ago in fact. Long after King David had died, God’s people, who were called the Israelites or sometimes the Jews, stopped loving God and started living without him. So God sent his prophets to warn the Israelites to turn back to him. But they didn’t. So God punished the whole country when the army of Persia conquered them, and the Israelites were led away into exile.’ ‘Wait,’ Brandon said, interrupting her, ‘where’s Persia?’ ‘Persia was an ancient nation that is now called Iran,’ Skye replied. Brandon nodded that he understood so Skye continued. ‘While the Israelites were still living in exile in Persia, the king, Ahasuerus – who we think was actually King Xerxes,’ Brandon smirked again at the name but Skye ignored him, ‘married one of the Jews called Esther and made her his
queen. But one of the king’s princes called Haman hated the Jews and wanted to kill all of them. So he made an evil plot and had the king sign a royal law so that Haman could have all of the Jews, all of God’s people, killed. ‘But Esther was told by Mordecai ‐ ’ ‘That’s another funny name,’ Brandon interrupted, trying his best not to laugh. Skye frowned and growled slightly. Brandon took the hint and closed his mouth. ‘Anyway,’ she continued, ‘Mordecai, who had looked after Esther since she was young, told her that she had to speak to the king and ask him to stop the killing from going ahead.’ ‘That doesn’t seem very courageous,’ Brandon said. ‘After all, they were married.’ ‘But in those days,’ Skye said, ‘even though she was his wife, Esther wasn’t allowed to see the king unless he asked to see her. Otherwise she could be put to death.’ ‘That’s horrible. Why?’ ‘It was a long time ago,’ Skye replied. ‘They did things differently back then. But that’s where she showed such huge courage. Even though she knew she could be put to death, she still went to see the king without being asked.’ ‘I can’t imagine mum letting dad get away with anything like that!’ Brandon joked. ‘And what happened?’ ‘The king was happy to see her. Eventually she asked him to stop the law to kill the Jews. King Xerxes listened to her and made another royal law so that the Jews wouldn’t be hurt. Then the evil Haman was killed for his wicked plot. ‘Even now, Jews around the world celebrate the Festival of Purim to remember God saving them through Esther.’ Brandon thought for a moment then scratched his head. ‘So what does that have to do with Aunt Thelma?’ he asked. ‘Well, if this Professor Airbon has found some relics that belonged to King Xerxes, then there may be something from Queen Esther there as well. We might be able to find some clues as to how she was able to show such great courage.’ Brandon was smiling now. ‘And then we could give something to Aunt Thelma to help her get her courage back.’
‘Exactly,’ Skye said, smiling too. ‘So where to now?’ Brandon asked. ‘Well,’ Skye said, turning her attention back to the newspaper, ‘this article says that Professor Airbon is currently working at the Louvre.’ ‘The what?’ ‘The Louvre. It’s a museum. And it’s in Paris. So that means we’re going to France!’ Brandon yelled with excitement – he’d never been to France before, and it looked as though he and his sister were going to have another adventure together. Skye was grateful that Brandon always came with her on her adventures. Her parents were glad too, because they thought that somehow he was looking after her. Humph! She was the older one, and it was her that had to look after him! But, as painful as Brandon could be at times, he shared her excitement and love of adventure and she in turn enjoyed having him with her. It was good to have someone to share her experiences with. She even had to admit, grudgingly, that he had helped her in the past. But only once or twice. And she would have gotten herself out of trouble without him anyway; it just would have taken a little longer, that was all. Skye jumped onto her iPad to book some air tickets for her and Brandon to fly to France. She then told her parents where they were going. Even though she knew that her parents always worried when she and Brandon went travelling somewhere to search for lost items, she was thankful that they still encouraged them to go.
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