“How much does a plane ticket cost to go to Connecticut?” I asked as Dad walked into the house.

“Who’s going to Connecticut?” he asked.

“Nobody,” I said. “I mean, if I take that modeling job, I could maybe make four hundred dollars, and I’m wondering if I could use that for a plane ticket to go to Charlotte’s party.”

“Or you could save it for something important, like college,” Mom chimed in.

“Well Devin doesn’t need to worry,” Dad said. “She can get a soccer scholarship to college.”

College? That’s, like, five years away! I thought. Should I be worrying about college already?

I knew I had to play in college if I wanted to go pro. And I was pretty sure I wanted to go pro. Or play in the Olympics. But both of those goals felt like they were way in the future. I hadn’t even been thinking about that.

“Devin, you could give some of that money to me, if you can’t decide what to do with it,” Maisie added. “Wait! I have a better idea! Why don’t we ask the agent if they need a little sister for the modeling shoot?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not even sure if I’m going to do it, Maisie.” I turned to Mom. “When’s dinner?” I asked. I had to go think about all of this.

“In about a half hour,” she replied. “We can talk more about Connecticut and what you want to do about this job opportunity later. Let’s all get a chance to think it over.”

I nodded and jogged upstairs. I took a quick shower and then called Kara on video chat.

“Hey, you’re early,” Kara said. “I just got home.”

“Yeah, I wanted to ask you something,” I asked. “Do you ever think about going pro?”

“Sometimes,” Kara replied. “But mostly, I think I want to go to vet school. So maybe I’ll play in college, but that’s probably it.”

I nodded. “You’d be a great vet,” I said. “I don’t have anything else that I care about as much as soccer. And it’s always been my dream to go to the Olympics. So I might try to go pro. Is that crazy?”

Kara shook her head. “No, I totally think you could!” she answered. “You’re an awesome soccer player. You sleep, eat, and breathe soccer. You should go for it.”

“It seems like I have all the time in the world to figure it out, but I don’t really,” I said. Then I laughed. “Especially now that I could have a modeling career.”

Kara’s eyes got wide. “What?”

I explained to Kara about the modeling job. “It’s ridiculous, right? I have no idea how to be a model. Just standing there and having someone pay you to take your picture? It sounds easy, but I don’t know. . . .”