Arranged To Be Anything But Me

Chapter 1: You Call That A Date!

I awaken to my mother yelling about how I slept trough my alarm and how I can't be late to things aymore. About how I'm going to be married soon. She throws my clothes on my bed. As she walks out a grab the clothes that are in a crumpled up ball. I yell "Just because you can pick out my husband for me, doesn't mean that you can pick out my clothes too!" right after she walks out. I slam my door and begin to sob and yell. I even scream a few curses out there. My older sister Kianna sits on the other side of the door and calms me down. She already went through this and she gave me advice and stuff. It surprisingly helps. I'm only 17, and Kianna is 19; she was married at only 16. But that's nothing compared to my grandmother, married at 13. I'm lucky I guess; to be older. But I still have to get married to somebody I haven't even met yet! That's the thing, we are going to meet each other today. The all origanal coffeedate. Wow. After that a walk. I can't believe this so called man, can't think of anything memory worthy for our first date.