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
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