Get through high school?

Check.

I. Am. Officially. Done.

High school is completely out of my way. I can finally move on to college... Oh... Right...

College.

Big fancy word for 'You probably don't have money, dear, so don't try'.

Well at least for me.

My name? Monique Javier. But people like calling me Nique, cool, huh? But most of the time it just sounds like Nick.

Social Class? I guess you could say I'm in middle.

How do I look? Straight black hair, dyed a lighter orange, big dark brown eyes, fair skin, not too perfect complexion, not exactly thin or fat (but I think my thighs... well my legs are too big yeesh), round-ish face (I still have baby fat. Damn you perfect people in books.), and petite (not too petite give me some credit for being taller than my mom).

So what exactly is the problem for me? Well, you see, my parents, extremely middle class. I got to go to this fancy little international school, and I seriously mean little. It only had about less than 200 students. I suffered through the IB program, needless to say that is a lot of suffering.

But you know, my parents work there so guarantee my tuition is free and so was the program. I was always the good example. Of course, I mean, I'm the daughter of a respected teacher. Anyways, skip a bit more and here I am. Look! It's me! Just about 3 years back! 18 years old, just fresh from high school, and ready to move on with life. Except, I didn't want to go to college here. I wanted to travel. You see I lived on this little country well, poor country, I guess, and although I went to a prestigious (but really I'd rather call it pretentious) school. It was not a fun experience. I live in a small city, so small, I practically have every place here memorized. I've lived here for more than half of my life. I don't want to stay here any longer than a caged bird wants to stay in its cage.

My dad wants me to go to college here. And Usually, that would mean no objections, end of story. I'm stuck and chained here. If only, he could have made that decision. My dad's a teacher, fat and stout and smart. Don't get me wrong, I love the guy, how could I not? He's my dad and I'm practical daddy's girl material over here. But, seriously? I've spent my whole entire life here! Here! I didn't want to spend the rest of it here. So I tried. Tried hard for a scholarship. Well... needless to say... It'd still cost me a lot of money. Also, I had no idea how the hell college loans worked. I don't even think those existed where I come from.

So I was just moping around. Looking across the net for more scholarships... when out of the blue. I get a message. Like an e-mail... Did I mention I applied for several scholarships and websites that would supposedly give me info? Well anyways back to the e-mail. Well you probably already know, the offer was tempting as hell. Some rich dude, heard of me, somehow, don't know how that happened, and don't ask. Apparently the guy takes promising students, puts them into university, and then hires them. So I was practically guaranteed my future. Particularly since I was supposed to become a lawyer. No, not the lawyer that likes protecting criminals. Too dangerous. Screw that. I wanted to become a corporate lawyer, dad's suggestion.

That course is pretty damn expensive. So the guy was probably insane to try and get me. I spoke to the stranger for a long time. When I asked if I could speak to them personally, they said yes and I made my way down to the big city and voila. Done deal. Sealed. Didn't tell my parents. They (my little deal arrangers) didn't tell them either. I preferred it that way. Besides they made it look like a scholarship... which it really is except I pay uh I'll get to that in a bit... Well anyways... in a nutshell... this stranger, for real, sent this bodyguard with black shades, black slacks, black... you get the point, so the bodyguard. The guy gives me a contract, I read through it, I agreed, I signed...

Small problem though. Didn't really read through that part of the contract... It's like that moment when you apply for a new website and you don't read the terms and conditions. So really. I forgot okay? I'm human. I really didn't know. Until I got the confirmation message... and it basically said, in bright bold letters, that...

I got engaged...