Skylar Miller
A girl who has been blamed but never seen as the victim in the story. She lost her best friends then she lost the people that she used to love. It felt like her life was breaking at every corner she looked.
"If you told me that going...
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- Skylar Miller -
"You ready for the big winter surf competition this weekend?" Shane asked Summer and I.
We were currently having dinner after a long day.
"I don't know. Don't you think I'm a little young to be competing?" I answered.
I was more than nervous to be competing.
The winter surf competition was being held here, in North Carolina.
Which meant that all of my siblings would be competing.
I had always been too young to surf with my older siblings, but now I was the right age, and all of my siblings knew that.
It was my first winter competition too, which made my nerves spike even more.
"Sky, we all know that you are of age. That's why we registered you" Grayson responded, as he leant his body weight on his elbows which were on the table.
"But what happens if I don't want to compete? What happens if I can't compete that day?" the questions just rolled off my tongue and I couldn't stop them.
"You do want to compete, because you begged me to sign you up and if something happens on the day, like you get sick or injured, you just forfeit" Shane explained.
"I think I'm full" I pushed my plate away and tried to make a move to get up, but I was stopped.
"Where do you think your going?" Blake drew everyone's attention back onto me.
"I'm going to bed" I responded, avoiding Shane, Grayson, and Summer's eye contact.
Summer knew that I was nervous.
She knew me better than anyone, even myself.
"It's only 7" Jay responded.
I didn't normally go to bed until 8:30, occasionally 9 or later if it was the weekend or holidays.
"I'm just really tired. Yeah, tired" I played with the sleeves of my crewneck.
"Alright then" Shane huffed.
As soon as everyone's attention was off me, I turned my back on all of them and headed towards the stairwell.
None of my siblings understood how nervous they all make me.
They all have hundreds of medals and trophies littering their rooms, but I didn't.
I only had medals from the competitions I had won when I was younger, which were all non-competitive ones.
They would never understand the invisible pressure that they all rest on top of my shoulders.
They don't see it, but I see it so clearly, when they all return with multiple new medals and trophies each time they compete.
