Free The Touch Series: Initiation by Cecilia Lonski Page B

her.
                  “I'm sorry, I just heard you yell and I wanted to see if everything was okay.”
                  I'm just going to a dreamy island with a dreamy guy for the entire weekend, that's all. “Everything's fine, just heard a funny story, that's all.”
                  She started to fold the clothes that had been thrown onto my arm chair. “Oh, okay. By the way, how's work?”
                  She didn't really care about how my work was going. The only thing she really wanted to hear about it was that I would officially quit and work elsewhere. “Work is fine. Still there.”
                  “You know, they will need a coordinator for some of the teen programs at the center. I think you would be good at that.”
                  “Which programs exactly?”
                  “There will be vacant spots for the Theater club and Abstinence for All. I think you would be perfect for that. All the young girls would look up to you.”
                  Goodness, no! “I'm not sure about that.”
                  She finished folding up the remaining clothes and turned to face me with her hands on her hips. “Quinn, you should really start to look into other arenas you could get yourself involved with, other than just dancing. What are you going to do if you can't make a proper living as a dancer? Be a housewife?”
                  “That depends on how handsome my husband will be.”
                  “It's not a joke, Quinn. If you don't end up going to college then you need to find a new career path.” She patted her hands against her cheeks as she realized something. “You know what, think of opening up a small business here in town. You once said you wanted to own your own bakery. Think of how lovely that would be in the town center. Especially with your taste in style, I can already imagine it  being a hip place.”
                  Hip? She clearly spent way too much time at the youth center. “Mom, I said that  after you got me an Easy Bake oven and that was when I was... 8?”
                  “Well, it doesn't have to be a bakery. Just think about it. Don't just write it off completely.” The house phone rang which, thankfully, prompted my mom to leave.
                  How would she react if she knew what I was doing now? What would she say if I told her that I liked a vampire? My career status was difficult for her so recent current events would most likely not go down well with her. Artie would be able to compel both her and my dad, but that's not a forever solution.
                  Would she forever accept me and my decisions, no matter what?
                 
                                                                                       
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                  It was Friday afternoon and I was packing things for the trip. I spent hours trying to figure out what to bring; which dress, which shoes, etc. And throughout the whole process, I could barely contain my excitement. I couldn't really believe that I was going. I thought, any minute now I was going to receive a call that the trip was canceled for some reason.
                  Nicholas came into my room and pointed to my luggage.
                  I smiled at him. “I'm going on a little trip. I'll be back Sunday night. I'll bring you back something nice. Make sure you take care of mom and dad.”. He gave me a thumbs up and at that moment it hit me that I was going to miss him terribly while I was