Minor Adjustments - J Haney

Eighteen. It was supposed to mean freedom. I just didn't expect to find my shit in garbage bags on the stoop.
I go to the only person I think might help. The girl I've been seeing on the sly. She's happy to help, but she's got this insane idea.
Marry me. She says.
Marry her? How can I marry her? I'm just a kid. We're just kids. But she seems to think it will solve my problems. I like her fine, but- Can I do this? Commit even if only till college?
I'm out of options here.
She can't be serious, can she? Maybe it will be okay, maybe even a little bit fun. Who'd have thought, the emo punk guy and the cheerleader?
Insane right?
Guess we'll find out because saying I Do was easy, staying together is going to take some. Minor Adjustments.

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