I sat on the bed and was still fuming with anger when my phone rang. If I hadn't checked the caller, I'd have cussed out. It was my dad. I picked up on the last ring. "Hey, Carol," my dad said in his all-masculinity. "Dad! Call me Caroline or don't call my name at all," calling me Carol makes me feel like Santa Claus getting chased on Christmas Day but my mum and dad never take me seriously, as well as the new neighbor. I don't get why everyone thinks Caroline must always be shortened to Carol. "Alright, Carol," he repeated and I shrugged. "We got you a job," he said and I could hear from his voice that he sounded like a proud dad for landing the milestone. I perched the phone more tightly to my ear but then again, reality hit me and I remember being willing to give up. "I'm done going to any of your friend's offices and I am done taking your letter-headed paper for submission. I am also done getting school loans or going for job interviews," I explained a

CarolineIf getting married for a year could make me return to school, If it could change my life, our life around, then I should do it.I don't even have to love him. It's a contractual marriage anyway. We don't have to act intimate, we just need to live under the same roof and act like one while I bear the stranger's last name for a year.It doesn't sound so bad."I'll do it, mum. I will get married to Richard Trenton," she smiled and I smiled back at her.I wasn't sure if I truly wanted this or not, but it was certain I wanted the money.The night alone on my teenage bed was nostalgic. It was filled with memories of when I was a teen and I would turn around for a very long time, finding it hard to fall asleep even after bedtime.But now, it seems different as I could feel myself moving closer to the verge of slumber with my eyelids getting heavy by the time and soon, I fell asleep.****The journey back to my apartment wasn't so exhausting but it sure was weird with the thoughts of