Okay, so I’m engaged. You think that it’s every girl’s dream at 17 to be getting married to a handsome guy. But actually, I’m not too thrilled about the idea. See, it’s an arranged marriage that has been planned since I was born, but my parents didn’t find it fit to tell me after everything I’ve done for them. They thought it would be better if the Jacobs’ family was there. As I recall them saying, “Telling you guys as a family.”
Still, my parents thought that I would be thrilled about the news. When actually, I was quite furious and devastated when I heard the news. I hope I didn’t over react. I do recall some harsh words and yelling. I mean, I was brought up to be a lady, well have manners and be polite, but I couldn’t help it. It was really hard for me.
He, I mean Connor, was taken aback by the news also. See, we don’t get along, even though our parents are business partners, and we’ve known each other since we were born.
So, I’ll tell you my story, but first a little about me. My name is Rosalynn Mary Adams. I’m 17 years old and a senior at Oakland View Academy, a private school. Connor is the same age as me, but a couple months older. I have a twenty year old sister named Tayler and two twin brothers named Jason and Gavin who are eight. They are honestly annoying. My parents are Samuel and Alexandra. Connor has a little sister who is seven and named Lucy. She is adorable. His parents are named Mark and Mary. Yes, I am named after Mary because her and my mother have been best friends since they were Lucy’s age.
Connor and I don’t really get along. We can stand each other, but barely. He and I are in the same clique, but he’s not my type and he can be very arrogant at times. So, onto my story!
It was the annual once-a-month dinner with the Adams and Jacobs family. I usually dread these things. Once everybody was at the dinner table was eating dessert, my father, Samuel Adams, said that he, my mother, and Connor’s parents had a surprise for him and me. Since I usually dread these dinners, I sort of got excited because of the announcement.
After dinner and the table was cleared, the adults, excluding my sister Tayler, who was watching that kids, Connor and me went into the living room. There Mr. Jacobs told us to sit down.
(*On a personal note, I have seen him mad, he is not a pleasant fellow to be around.)
So, we sat on a different ends of the one of the couches in the room. Then my father started talking.
“Okay, since Connor and you are almost 18, we thought that it was time to tell you two something that was planned since Connor’s birth. You two have an arranged marriage.”
You could tell that Connor was shocked, but so was I. I mean, I am seventeen and already engaged. And my dad just got to the point, giving me no time to be prepared for what he said. Before I could protest anything, Mr. Jacobs started talking.
“We know that it is short notice, but you are planned to be married 6 months after Rosalynn’s 18th birthday. That is a little over 8 months for you two to get more acquainted than you already are and to get the wedding planned.
After he was done talking, my face was pale and I kept thinking, “After all these years, they’re telling us NOW?!?!?!?!” Then my mother spoke up. “We would have told you kids sooner, but we wanted to tell you like a family. We wanted to do what was best for you two.” I swear that my mother is telepathic sometimes.
But anyway, I let the words sink in. “So, let me get this straight,” I said before anyone could start blabbering their mouth’s off, “I’m 17 and I’m getting MARRIED?!” I knew I was raising my voice and tried to hold my temper, but I could help it. Before I knew it, I was yelling. “You wanted to do what was best for us?! It would have been better if you told us then, um, like 7 years ago! And we are not “kids,” Mom. Connor and me are getting married, doesn’t that make us adults,” I yelled.
The while time I was rambling on with my anger, Connor just sat on the couch pale as could be with his mouth slightly open. What a manly thing to do, don’t you think? And can you believe that I have to marry him. I swear, I was about to break down right there, but I managed to speak my mind once more. “If you thought you were protecting me by not telling me, you were wrong. It just made things worse!”
Then I ran out of the living room, straight for my bedroom, locked the door, and thought, “I’m marrying a guy that I hate. Just great.”
