It's not supposed to be this way. It's supposed to work out in the end. I'm supposed to get perfect grades, and graduate at the top of the year. I'm supposed to get a high-paying, challenging job that makes a difference. I'm supposed to live comfortably in a small house within walking distance of my job. I'm supposed to marry a nice, intelligent man who respects me and my beliefs. I'm supposed to adopt several small children and take care of them as it they were my own, because that's the good, responsible thing to do.
Yes, it's all planned out so nicely, so perfectly. And yet – it's ruined. No children, no husband, no house, not job. I hold back the tears trying to escape my eyes. I will not cry. But I do. A tear falls on the paper I'm holding in my shaking hands. The one marked "B".