was a sense of
clarity and peace flowing through her. I was satisfied with this, although I
expected more. Maybe what you see with Taylor Remington is what you get. I
smiled to myself and thought, maybe I should trust her . Sometimes a bad
headache can be distracting, so maybe that’s why I didn’t get much from her. I
concentrated on her headache pain and assumed that I had healed it.
I was completely astounded
by all of the information about the science school. Taylor went over the
mission statement and showed me a map of the school. She also explained where
the suites would be, not coed apartments; the boys and girls were separated.
She said that it was a small school and they wanted to keep it traditional,
since it is a high school, and it depends on the support of investors to
survive. She picked up her tea and started sipping, realizing I needed some
time for all this information to sink in.
I thought about the mission
statement, which discussed helping the students control their powers so that
they could function in daily activities. I was curious if I’d ever be able to
wear a tank top and shorts, and that alone almost completely swayed me to go to
the school. I immediately felt guilty for being shallow, but I am a teenager. I
mean, I need to learn how to function and control these “talents” as Taylor says. The school couldn’t be that bad if Aunt Janice and Uncle Jeremy approved,
right?
“So, hypothetically, if I
am interested, how would it all work?” I found myself asking.
“Well, first of all, you
have plenty of time to think about it. I’ll be here for a week before my return
flight, so if you decide by then, I can come back and do the application with
you and administer the tests, which I know you’ll pass. They’re mostly about
placement in classes. Our scouts are usually 95% sure about our students. Then
we can move you in as soon as the beginning of July. I need to process your
paperwork and prepare your suite.”
I got extremely excited
about the possible changes in my future and was surprised to hear the word
flight. I had forgotten all about Aunt Janice’s comment about moving!
“Taylor, where is the
school?” I asked, tearing a scone into pieces. I watched as it became a mess of
crumbles on my plate.
“Oh right, how careless of
me! We are located in Loving County, Texas. Our school’s main concern is
confidentiality, so we are very secluded.”
Hmmm, secluded, sounds like
a great place for a new beginning. I wonder how she gets all her designer
clothes in that Podunk town. Probably the Internet , I thought.
“How does a high-class
school keep secluded in that tiny town?” I asked.
“Dr. Zeke has called it a
science academy. Most people just think it’s a private science school, which it
technically is. We look pretty insignificant from the outside. However, on the
inside we have all the latest hi-tech equipment,” she said.
“Do you really think that I
might be able to control my powers – I mean talent?” I said with a smile.
“You catch on quick!” She
gave me a slight wink, sipping her tea again. “Our terminology is just another
way we help our students to function outside of the school and in the world.
Raegan, I truly believe you will never need to wear those ugly black gloves
again, unless you’re going to prom, of course!”
“Wait…there are dances?”
“It is high school!”
she chuckled, patting my knee over my jeans.
My mind was going over all
the possibilities and opportunities I had thought I would never have. Taylor started gathering her purse and briefcase, which was definitely a real Louis. With a
pat on my shoulder, she stood to leave.
“I think I’ve given you
enough to think about for now. I’ll come back in three days. I hope you’ll have
a better idea of which decision you might choose.”
“What about Silver Fox?”
She looked at me and raised
her eyebrows.
With a smile, I said, “My
mustang. I’ll need a car, even if we are