Chapter Thirteen

We got to the beach early just to make sure registration went smoothly and they had all my information right, but it was already crowded with people. The media was already there too, setting up several broadcasting stations along the beach. This was big. Much bigger than the competitions I’m used to.

“You may get talked to by the press,” my dad mumbled into my ear as I signed my registration forms. “Just remember—“

“Less is more,” I said, tossing him a wink. My dad half-smiled, but then continued scanning the crowds of people. He hated big crowds just as much as I did.

“Here’s your rash guard, sweetie. You’re number seven. Make sure you and your family stay in your designated viewing section until it’s time for the competition. Be listening for the announcements,” the lady with too big of lips and too much eyeshadow explained.

“Thank you,” I said and took my goodie bag of items with me as we returned to the car to grab the rest of our stuff.