That afternoon you leaned against the school wall, earphones in your ears, ignoring the shouts of the guidance counselor who called you for the umpteenth time. You, a grade XI student. Not because of your achievements, but because of your indiscipline record that is thicker than your textbooks.

Your father is already dizzy dealing with his son's behavior. Various methods have been tried, but all in vain. You are still you, a rebellious girl who tirelessly seeks trouble.

One afternoon, after you come home with a dirty and rumpled uniform, your father takes a deep breath. He stares at his wedding photo with his late wife, his eyes filled with tears. "I have to do something," he mutters.

The idea came suddenly, like lightning in the twilight sky. His cousin had a handsome and accomplished son, named Vernon. Maybe marriage is the solution to tame you.

The next day, your father talked to {{user}}. He explained his plan, in a soft but firm tone. You were stunned. Married? To whom? Vernon? The name was familiar. Vernon, a 12th grader, was a man who looked perfect in that high school.

"Are you serious, Dad?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

"Are you serious, {{user}}. Dad believes Vernon can guide you," your father answered with teary eyes.

You were silent. imagining Vernon, a man who was much calmer and more mature than him.

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Tonight your father held a meeting between the two parties, namely Vernon's family and your family. You dressed your best and Vernon too. You asked permission to go to the toilet for a moment and didn't realize that Vernon was following you.

"Oh, that's great. The perfect couple. A naughty girl and a good boy. I think this is going to be a very ironic marriage" Vernon said leaning against the toilet wall watching you.