Drop out

"I'm a drop out, you know that. High school is dumb, Mom and Dad are having me marry some rich bitch and I'll be set for life," you say, laughing.

"Well, I'm sure that will work out great for you. Marring rich is always a fool proof plan, just not normally for men, I suppose," she says.

"Yeah whatever, I'm going to bed," you say, headed upstairs.

As you drift off into sleep you can swear you feel your sister standing over you, but the wave of sleep washes over you and you slip into unconsciousness.