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4

"WHAT?!?! OMFing G!" Willa screams into my phone as I tell her what happened all the way from the show on the tele to Harry inviting me on tour.

"This is UNBELIEVABLE!!! No fair!!! Are you going to go?!?!" She tells into the phone.

"I don't even know...I'll have school already taken care of, but my mom, and my brother, my sister, then I'll have to pack everything-" she cuts me off mid sentence.

"Who cares?!?! This is all about you! Who cares about them!" She laughs into the phone.

"Fine, I'll call you afterwards" I laugh.

"Kk, love!" She yells.

"Love" I laugh before hanging up.

Minutes later, I pull up to my house and park my car before walking inside.

Deep breaths, Marcie. I try to calm myself down as I walk into the kitchen to see my mom drinking some V8 and having some grapes.

"Hey mom" I smile at her.

"Hello Marcie...Mel told me what happened and she said you just left the house" she crosses her arms over her nicely buttoned up white business shirt and crosses her legs which are covered in black stockings and a knee length grey pencil skirt. She taps her black heels impatiently waiting for an answer.

"Well...I kind of...went to apologize to him" I nervously play with my fingers as I look to the all of a sudden very interesting blue tiled floor.

"What? Doesn't he have security? And you know how I feel about bullying Marcie. I'm glad you apologized...but you can't just leave without permission" she tells me firmly.

"Yes ma'am...but it turned out good, he excepted my apology...and then he, um, he kind of..." I trail off.

"Come on, out with it" she stares me down with the stare that me and my siblings call 'The Interrogator' because just the stare alone can get anything out of you.

"Well...he invited me to go on tour with him" I blurt out as I look back to the floor.

"What?" She asks in a mono tone and I get somewhat of a burst of confidence.

"Well you see, they can send or I can pick all my school work up even though it's close to the summer and do it on tour and it wouldn't hurt to see the world?" I try to convince her.

"But you just can't Marcie. I can't trust people I don't know with you" she huffs as she runs her temples.

"They have security and people to watch over me" I beg her in a whiney tone.

"No-" I cut her off.

"And you always said that I should see the world and that it would help me understand people better. I could learn new languages and about other places...and it would look great on my record" I tell her with a big smile, knowing that she was big on education and it would look really good on a résumé.

We sit in silence as I just smile at her stressed and slumped over figure.

"I'll think about it...but only cause it would look great on résumé" she huffs as I squeal in excitement but then stop as fear courses through my veins. I bullied this guy just yesterday...and now I'm squealing to go tour with him.

"When are you supposed to leave?" She asks.

"They head out tomorrow at 6 in the afternoon" I say quickly because it was sooner than her mom would like. Her eyes got wide and then she just shook her head and laughed slightly.

"You better start packing"she tells me. I squeal and kiss her on the check as I repeat the words 'I love you' over and over before running upstairs and grabbing a suit case.