Chapter Eight
Skylar breezes into her former high school, a friendly smile on her face as she greets the receptionist and office staff.
“Oh, Skylar Walsh, you look even more beautiful than on television.” The elderly lady with permed hair says.
“Everyone knows TV adds ten pounds.” Another woman approaches, taking Skylar into her arms. There should be a handout for age-appropriate clothes. This lady needs more layers.
“And who’s this?” The first lady peeks over Skylar’s shoulder.
Skylar backs up a step, placing her hand on my shoulder. “This is my friend Beckett Myers. He competed in the Classics in snowboarding.”
The skimpy clothed lady narrows her eyes like she’s trying to place me. Should I tick off the commercials I’ve done or mention the press promo ads? For two weeks every four
