Name: Skylar Anderson || Age: 17 || Hometown: Vancouver, BC, Canada || TAKEN
Skylar Anderson was a small town boy, living in a lonely Canadian world. He took a midnight train going on and on and on and on… until he got to Vancouver. He had run away from home, or tried to. He got lost along the way, which should have been the point. But the next night, he’d realized that he had always lived in Vancouver and he’d only gone as far as across town. It wasn’t long until his family found him, fetal position in an alley. After that night, when he had fully recovered, he had realized that being out in the world was something he craved. Even if it almost killed him. He just figured next time, he’d be more aware and probably more prepared. That one night out had caused him to be more charismatic, more adventurous, less shy. It also caused him to ignore anything he didn’t deem important. If it wasn’t on his agenda, he didn’t care. He also had a humorous outlook on life. He never took anything seriously. It was his motto: “Never try, never fail.