Kyra Wilson is a 14 year old competitive ice skater. Competitions are always interested in having her compete.
She is always one step ahead of the game, with her skating so complex everyone is worried about her risks.
Her mom doesn't care...
We pulled up to the motel and walked inside to see mom and Dylan.
"Ky, go check in at the desk and I'll tell Mom and Dylan. Okay?" He said gently.
I nodded and ran towards the desk. I slapped the debit card and ID down and looked up.
"Name?" The girl asked solemly.
"It should be under Brad Wilson."
She scrolled through the computer before looking back up. "Third floor, room 2216." I smiled and thanked her before grabbing my stuff and walking towards my family.
By the looks on their face, Dad had already told them. They silently got up and went to get their bags.
We all walked to the elevator and piled in with our bags. Since we were staying for a week, we had minimum space to move.
The a elevator took absolutely forever to get to the third floor. It finally dinged and we all filed out and down the hall to our room.
YesIknowitssupershort. Ididn'thavemuchto write, butthingsstartheating up inthenextchapter!
