C Pickhardt

The Helper's Apprentice: the Jackson Skye Mysteries C Pickhardt

Too bad Professor Skye wasn't around to help. Professor Skye. Did he mean what he had said? That I would be his apprentice? Probably not. But I wished he had. I never even got to thank him for helping find my money.Of course, I told my mom and sister about Professor Skye, but they thought this was more of my pretending. More of my stories. Just because I liked to make things up, Mom sometimes found it hard believing me. Oh, I'd tell the truth all right, but then I'd add some make-believe to make the truth even better. If I took extra long before getting something done, it was because the clocks got tired and slowed down to take a rest. "Tell me another story that's a little closer to the truth," my Mom would say. "One that I won't have such a hard time believing." So I'd take out some of the make-believe, even though the story was never near as good. But not this time. Professor Skye had been real!