Chapter 5
Thursday is the day that I love the most because when it’s Thursday, there’s only one more day ‘til its Saturday! I’m not the typical “Thank God it’s Friday!” That’s just too common.
Anyway, Ke$ha woke me up saying “Blah, Blah, Blah” and I really felt like throwing her away! As much as I love her songs, I hate hearing her in the morning. It’s not that that was my alarm tone; it was my ringtone for Brielle. And aside from not wanting to hear Ke$ha in the morning, Brielle takes the number 2 spot.
“Good morning Tiffany!” was her high-pitched screech, I mean greeting. Ok, it was a screech. Jeez.
“What’s up?” I asked, still groggy from my sleep. Gross, I hate talking when I just woke up and haven’t been to the bathroom to rinse my mouth.
“I’m still not going to school today.”
“So?” realizing what I said, I added, “I mean, why? Do you plan to not go to school the whole week?”
“Hmmm… Not really. I’ll go to school tomorrow. I’m still sick, you know.”
Oh, right. The practicum was postponed to today. “Right. So, are you dropping your PE?”
“No, of course not! I have to pass.”
“Good thinking.”
“I’ll just go to class when volleyball solo practicums are over.”
“You miss ALL of your classes just so you can skip PE? You’re not well, Brielle.”
She sighed, “That’s why I’m sick. I thought you were smart?” sigh, “Well, anyway. Yea, that’s it.”
“ ’kay.”
“Ohh. And by the way, I miss you, Andrew, and Chris. Buh-bye!”
“Bye!”
“O~”
Click. I closed my phone before she could say anything else. Yea, in all fairness, I kinda miss her. But not that much. Just a tiny bit.
I stretched, I don’t have time to go back to sleep anymore. It’s only 20 minutes more ‘til my alarm’s set to wake me up. I stretched a little more, danced something random, and went to the bathroom to rinse my mouth.
Bathed and dressed for school, I went out to brew myself some coffee. It was still early so I assumed mom and dad was still asleep and I have to get through the kitchen quietly—I have a tendency to trip onto something and make a lot of noise.
Contrary to my assumption, mom and dad were already sitting at the dining table; drinking coffee and were discussing something serious. Wanting to break the tension, I greeted in a loud voice. “Good Morning!”
Both mom and dad jumped at my voice, like they were caught doing something they shouldn’t be.
“Bad timing?”
My dad shook his head as he drank his coffee, “No, dear. Sit down.” I did, thinking of brewing my coffee later. “We’ve something to tell you.”
I hate it when dad uses that tone; it was so serious that it makes me nervous. Wait, serious. They’re going to tell me something serious. Are they getting divorced? Where am I going to live? Will I still be going to the same school? Wait, they won’t…they’re happy! Oh my, are they going to—
“…fix a marriage for you.”
I paused, apparently, they were already talking while my mind was full of random thoughts about them getting divorced or worst me…getting married to someone I don’t know. They’ve been through this, they were victims, they’re just lucky they fell in-love. But what if I don’t? What if…?
“Tomorrow night, we will be having dinner with your Fiancé and his family.”
“Wait. Fiancé, already? Aren’t we like, supposed to get to know each other first? Or aren’t you going to consult a match-maker, first?”
I didn’t know what to think or say anymore. Words were just randomly coming out of my mouth. Are they serious? I’m too young! I’m only 18. And…I can’t get married now! I want to go to college, graduate, have a stable job…then I can get married.
“This marriage has already been arranged even before you were born.” My mom said.
What? I was already engaged even before I was born? Ouch, my head’s aching. Too…much!!!
“What’s his name?” I asked; I have to have a name. I would research. He could just be a classmate, a schoolmate, an enemy, a murderer, a…
“Uh, actually, we don’t know his first name. But we do know he’s older than you.”
“What?! Older than me? How old? Why did you arrange me to marry someone older than me?” I was hysterical. This mystery is killing me!
My mom rolled her eyes, “Calm down. He’s not that old, just 5 years older than you.”
“Whaaaat? That’s TOO old! Mom!” I looked at my dad, “Dad…”
They both looked calm, like this was just something that happens every day to normal people. But then again, we aren’t normal. They were in an arranged marriage, why would it surprise me if I am into one, too?
I sighed and motioned to leave.
“Where are you going?” mom asked, worried.
“School. I’ll just go get my things.”
“Aren’t you going to eat breakfast?”
“I don’t have the appetite…anymore.”
Good thing when I walked to my room, they didn’t say anything. Thursday was supposed to be my favorite day. Good things happen on Thursdays. Then, what was that? As of now, I can’t think of that as something good.
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