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"Oh. Well, uh, thanks again. Bye." I let myself out and got into the car.
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"Bye," I said quietly. I watched as she was driven away.
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It wasn't easy to stop thinking about the damage my father had done to Aaron's family.Even though I had voiced my opinion earlier, it was unlikely that he cared at all. I got a message from my father on the hologram screen that said,
No dinner tonight. You disobeyed me.
"Whatever."I said to myself. When I got home, I asked my mother,"Why does Father want that house demolished?" -
I sighed and shut the door, turning to meet face to face with my father.
"Don't you dare start liking that girl, Aaron. She's a monster."
"Dad. I won't... And she's not a monster. Her father is..." I pushed past him and made my way up the stairs and too my room. I switched on the light and took out my grandmother's old copy of Romeo and Juliet. In it she had written her thoughts in the margins and made edits to parts she thought 'didn't quite fit'. I smiled sadly at this, remembering her offbeat logic. -
(I can just sense the guy going like,'omg my relationship resembles the boo.')
She responded,"He has something against the family. Don't ask why, because it is none of your concern. Plus we have more pressing matters to discuss."
"Like what?"I asked, oblivious to the bomb she was about to throw at me.
"You're going to be getting married!"she practically squealed in my ear. -
(xD)
The whole idea of loving somebody so much that you'd die to be with them broke my heart, time and time again. My family had always been the one to do what others tabooed, such as marrying outside of religion or political status. -
"What? You're arranging a marriage for me?!! WHAT IS THIS THE 1600'S!"
"Now honey...calm down, you're meeting him tomorrow." -
I shook his head, closing the book and placing it on my bedside table. The new ways of society were messed up beyond repair...
"Are you packing, Aaron?" my father called from downstairs.
"No," I replied blandly.
"Get to it, then!" -
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes dear. Tomorrow."
"I have school tomorrow."
"We're pulling you out early. He's from a really powerful family in another city."
Not wanted to hear any more, I stomped of to my room.'It's just like them. Using everything they have to gain power.'I thought to myself. -
I sighed and reluctantly grabbed a spare backpack, tossing odds and ends into it without giving any thought. It wasn't fair; it wasn't within this guy's rights to take our house. But nothing would change the fact that they were going to take it. All I could do was go along with it.
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The next morning I packed my bag for school and my father did the strangest thing. By strange, I mean he offered me a ride to school. felt something was up,but took the offer. I fell asleep in the car.
Suddenly my father shook me awake. I shot straight up and bumped my head on the car ceiling.
"Ow,"I muttered.
Then Father pulled me out of the car. Still rubbing my head I noticed we were back at Aaron's house. -
I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. I turned it off, showered, and dressed. I went downstairs and grabbed a bowl of cereal, eating it rather quickly. I was running pretty late. It was then that I noticed the car, the same one as yesterday, parked on the road. s---. What could this be about now? "Dad!" I called. "I think somebody's here to see you!" I looked through the window, pushing back the shades once more before pulling them shut and putting my bowl in the sink.
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"This is so not school,"I muttered, kind of annoyed he was dragging me into this again.
"Shut-up and look pretty."he said, knocking on the door.
I tried to get out of his grip. It looked like he was turning me into police. -
"Dad?" I called. There was still no answer. He must've left early for work. Reluctantly I opened the door. I gave Phoebe a small smile before staring coldly at the man. "What? What more could you possibly want?" I asked angrily.
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"I just wanted to check on how soon you would be out."
I felt a little P-Oed that Father had tricked me. So I decided to speak up.
"Why do you have to torture these people more?"
"What did you just say to me, young lady?"He said angrily,grabbing my other arm and tightening the grip.
"You heard me, Mr. I-Arrange-A-Marriage-My-Daugther-Doesn't-Want-."
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