The following Monday, it was back to work. Work was the last thing I wanted to do, but there I was at my computer trying to come up with a new way to promote a product. A meeting was happening after lunch. Focusing during the meeting was impossible. Instead of working, I looked at my email. One from Texas State that they send to all the alumni offering to continue my education beyond my bachelor's degree. Would it be worth getting a masters? I told myself I would eventually do it, but I needed a couple more years. After looking at a few other emails, I heard my name being called out.

"Margo."

It was my boss Mr. Perry who I met up with him as we walked to the breakroom with his coffee.

"How was the funeral?"

"It was fine."

"I'm surprised to see you here back so soon. Are you sure you didn't want the week off?"

"I need to get my mind off things."

"Well ok. Anyways, our company is opening a branch across the state of Texas and we were wondering if you would like to transfer there. You'd get a fifteen percent raise."

"Mr. Perry," I couldn't finish my sentence as I made my coffee.

"You don't have to commit to it right now. Let me know by Friday. We would also help pay for your move."

The rest of the day went by slowly. In many ways, I felt lonely and thought moving would be a great idea. When I looked at an email from Mr. Perry, it listed what town I would be moving to. It was the town where I grew up. It's where my parents and Steve were. Maybe I could move back in with my parents. When work ended at five, I stayed waiting for everyone else to leave which was becoming a terrible habit. I would mostly play computer games for an hour. Rush hour usually starts to die down by six. However, today was different. I wasn't the last one to leave. Walking out I ran into Becky. The last person I wanted to run into.

"Hey Margo, how was work?"

"It was fine. I got a transfer offer."

"Are you going to take it?"

With a great sigh, I responded. "I don't know. Maybe I should."

"Maybe you should. It's not like your going to find a guy here. I must've set you up on countless blind dates and you've been picky about all of them."

We were outside and already had the keys in my hand. "It was only three dates. I hated the last one."

With that, I was in my Accord and drove off listening to talk radio. I was sick of listening to top forty or music in general. Once I got home, my shoes were off I and sat on the couch for the next twenty minutes watching the news until I made a Hot Pocket for dinner and searched Netflix. During my binging, my eyes caught the notice of the picture that hung by the television. It was a picture of my sister graduating from Arizona State. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. An hour before midnight while Netflix was still streaming, I checked my phone to see if anyone swiped right on me. A couple of guys did. One sent a message. "A girl like you should have my baby." That's when I threw my phone to the ground without it cracking and shut off Netflix to get ready for bed. Oh, what glamour. While laying in bed, I began to cry. My sister was dead. I was alone in my apartment. Thankfully, I would be sleeping. My dream wasn't really something to be thankful for though.

I was in the car driving with Savannah as a passenger. Her daughter was in the back. A phone began ringing.

"It's not my phone," I told her.

"It's mine."

"Wait let me answer it for you."

I took it from her. A disfigured human wanted to have a video chat with her. To my misfortune, I couldn't figure out how to use her phone. At that moment, a truck honked and crashed into me. The car rolled over and landed in a ditch. I was the only one alive uninjured. Immediately I ran out of the car in tears. The cops wanted to talk, but I just ran and couldn't stop crying.

"Ding Dong!" My alarm on my phone went off and, in a panic, I got up from my bed smacking my phone to the floor. The tears in my sleep were apparently real in real life. It was going to be a long day. In fact, it was a long week. Each passing day, work became harder to accomplish. Most of the time, I wished I had stayed in bed that morning. On Thursday Night, I fell asleep at the couch with half a bowl of noodles on the couch still there from takeout. Around three in the morning, a noise woke me up. The wind blew against the window and the door. At first, I thought someone was at the door until I found out it was the wind. For a moment, I thought it was Savannah. For the next two hours, I looked at Facebook. All the memories of me and my sister. At least an hour was spent on her page scrolling down through everything. Another hour was spent scrolling through Steve's Page. I missed him. Sure, my fingers could send him a message right now or text him having to wait a couple of hours for him to wake up, but I couldn't find myself to do it.

Realizing it was ten minutes until six, a decision was made. I was going to accept the transfer because I couldn't live like this anymore. Things had to change. That Friday, I told Mr. Perry I would accept the transfer. He was delighted, and I felt a bit relieved. I was moving. After two years, I was moving and starting a new life. Of course, it would be about another week at the beginning of August, but it didn't matter because this was exciting.

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Would you accept Margo's offer if it meant moving back home?