A Marriage Like No Other

That happen almost three years ago and now its three days before my seventeenth and my wedding day. That's
right I'm getting married on my birthday. Isn't that a great gift? The closer the days comes the more I fear it.
At times I feel as if I should run away, but I know that would only be a dishonor to my family and I could
never do that to them. I was reading the book "My Sister's Keeper." When there was a knock on my bed room
door. Yet before I got a chance to respond to the person, my father came walking in.
"Get up and get dress you have people to meet" he said,then quickly walked right back out my room before I
could say anything.
I closed my book and sat in on my nightstand. Then walked over to my closet to pull out my purple long
sleeve V-neck with a black cami to go underneath it, along with a pair of black wide-leg dress pants, with a
pair of purple flats. I quickly took a ten minute shower, then got dress. I pulled my waist-length hair out of my
bun and put a black headband on. I then headed down stairs. When I reached the bottom of the staircase, I
could see an older couple and what looked like there son sitting with my parents in our living room.
"Serena darling, I would like for you to meet the Sekibo's" My mother announced once I entered the living
room.
"Hello Mr and Mrs Sekibo." I greeted them both shaking theirs hands
"Oh Aba, your right she will make a beautiful bride." Cheered Mrs. Sekibo. I looked at my mother confused,
till my father spoke.
"Serena. We would like you to me your husband Malik." pointing to the young man that was sitting next to
Mrs. Sekibo. Malik was kind of cute. He had beautiful hazel eyes. He kind of reminded me of the rapper Bow
Wow, only he was a little darker then him and a whole lot taller. Malik was about 6'2 feet tall, but it was hard
to really tell since he was sitting down. He had to be a lot older then I was, maybe between the age 20 and 23.
What's wrong with my parents? This is a whole grown man, and I'm barely a senior in high school, yet they
think I should be married.
"Hi" I said giving him a small smile and a wave. He just nodded.
"Oh darling, have a seat." His mother smiled moving over so I was sitting right next to Malik. This was
probably the most akwardest moment in my short life.
The whole evening our parents talked about the wedding, how they wanted tons of grandchildren, and how we
made such a beautiful young couple. To tell the truth I wanted to die. Through out the night I would take
small glances over at Malik. Who I would swear was sleeping with his eyes open. Every now and then you
could hear light snoring coming from his direction. By the time they where ready to leave, I know for a fact
that this wedding/marriage agreement was not gonna be easy. After they had left I headed up to my room and
changed into my white pajama bottoms and a black tank
Top. I laid in bed and began to read my book again, when there was another knock on my door. This time it
was my mother.
"So what did you think of your husband?" She asked sitting on the foot of my bed.
"He was okay." I answered.
"My daughter you will learn to love him."
"But mother why do I have to learn to love a man? Why can't I be like every other girl my age? I want to hang
out with my friends, do normal teenage things, not get married." I cried
"My daughter, it will be okay. You'll learn." She said patting my legs then left out my room. That night I
cried. How could they expect me to marry someone that I know nothing about? Why do I have to learn to love
this strange man? I ended up falling a sleep that night from crying so hard.