I Forgot to Tell You by Charis Marsh Page B

and her hands clutched onto the sides of her seat, worried. Her mom had told her a thousand times to never accept a ride from someone who was drunk, but what was she supposed to do if she was already in the car? And what was safer, being driven home by an adult who had been drinking, or bussing home at this time of the night?
    Soon they were home, and Kaitlyn and Taylor climbed tiredly out of the car, Taylor still giggling. “Did you have fun?” Taylor asked as they walked the last few houses to Taylor’s house.
    â€œWas she drunk?” Kaitlyn asked, still surprised.
    â€œZack’s mom? No, of course not, she was just a bit buzzed. Geez, don’t worry so much, Kaitlyn.”
    Taylor seemed strangely annoyed with her, so Kaitlyn dropped it, filing the incident in her head as something that she really didn’t need to tell her mother about. Taylor pushed open her front door, and they walked in, to the safe smell of Febreze, not alcohol.

Chapter Four
    Taylor Audley
    No I do not want to add u, wierd dude who I have never met before. Stop sending me mesagas it maks u look crazy
    After they had dropped Kaitlyn off at McKinley, Charlize drove herself and Taylor away from downtown, to a section of the city Taylor was unfamiliar with; residential and well-gardened. “Where are you going?” Taylor asked, confused. She looked at the car clock; she had to be at class in an hour and a half. Ever since she had started taking class with the Youth Company as well as normal class, she started dance at nine.
    â€œI just thought we could go for a drive,” Charlize said in her brightest, most fake, this-doesn’t-mean-anything voice.
    Taylor groaned. “Mom, what? Seriously, what the frick?”
    â€œDon’t you dare swear in front of me.”
    â€œSorry.”
    Charlize turned off the radio. “Taylor, have you considered what you are going to do if you don’t become a dancer?”
    â€œOf course,” Taylor said automatically.
    â€œWell, what do you think you want to do?”
    â€œI don’t know.”
    Charlize sighed. Taylor began to feel uncomfortable. This was going to be one of those days where she was lectured no matter what she said. “Mom, it’s okay, I have time. I can always go back to school; Mr. Briggs said that I could, remember? I just need some time off for now. Or I could act, or be a model. There’s lots of things I think I’d be good at.”
    Charlize turned the car around, breaking several traffic laws as she did so, and began to head back downtown toward the academy. “Taylor, I just don’t want you to get stuck. I want you to have options in your life, a backup plan.”
    â€œWell, what do you think I should do?” Taylor asked reasonably. “Besides go back to school,” she added quickly.
    Charlize was clearly prepared for this question. “I think your idea about trying acting and modelling is a very good one. You should start exploring your options. Taylor, you’re a beautiful girl, I don’t want you to limit yourself to dance.”
    â€œOkay.” Taylor shrugged. “Like — what do you want me to do?”
    â€œI booked you some time with a photographer. I want to get you some head shots, and then we’ll see where it goes from there. Talk to some agents, see what our options are.”
    â€œOkay. Wait, but it won’t interfere with dance, right? Like, I won’t have to miss any dance for this? I’m really getting a lot better, Mom; Mrs. Demidovski even said that I was the other day.”
    â€œOf course,” Charlize agreed. “I wouldn’t force you to give up dance, not ever.”
    â€œGood.” Taylor settled back into her seat, relieved.
    â€œBut if you did get an audition, I would expect you to go to that instead of class,” Charlize added.
    Taylor looked over at her mother, opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again. At least