The Marriage Law

Chapter 2- The Marriage Law

Marinette POV

Today was the last day of summer break before school starts up again. I usually do not look forward to school, although, something was different this time. I think back to the dream I had last night.

I read once somewhere, and I quote, "Remembering dreams: Basically, this theory suggests that dreams occur when our brain is processing information, eliminating the unnecessary stuff and moving important short-term memories into our long-term memory. So people who recall dreams may have a difference in their ability to memorize things in general," ehhh, not somewhere.

If somewhere is Google, then I'm not going to lie, I read it on Google.

Point is, as I wake up every day, there is usually either the same feeling or just feeling tired only to realize I have things to do today, although, today wasn't like every day. Something in my gut is telling me that something big is going to happen, and with this feeling, I can't help but feel like I'm a part of it.

Does this feeling relate to my dream? Or am I just imagining things? But what if it does come true? No, that's impossible, nothing as diplomatic as that will happen, right?

"Marinette, can you come down here please?" I heard my father call with concern in his voice.

"Coming Papa," Oh no, what did I do this time? I think back to all the bad things I have done, not all, since there isn't much bad things, but still, it could be since I was a child coming back to bite me all these years later, or I—I gasped, could they have found out that I snuck out to go clubbing with Alya and Nino?

I didn't want to go clubbing, but I can't say no to Alya, even if I really wanted to. But Nino was with her and whenever they go out, sometimes I tag along because, hey, it's Alya, she's weird in her own ways, just as we are in ours. As sometimes she does manage to run off to get a close view of things, I stay behind with Nino so that he wouldn't be awkwardly alone, as we both live the single life together. While Alya does her own thing.

As I made my way downstairs, I was about to open my mouth to speak before thinking, until I saw my mother looking my way, waving me over with her right hand and held her index finger against her lips silencing me before I even said anything. I finished climbing down my stairs and sat at the couch, looking at the television, just as my father was. I look up to see my mother also taking a seat, already facing the screen.

I love my parents, they're lucky to have each other. To love one another. As a daughter who admires the loving, and caring relationship between my parents, I, for one, do not believe in love. I believe the love my parents have for one another, but I don't believe in love, for me.

I believe in the marriage commitment my parents did, for they did it out of love, and for each other, but I don't believe in marriage. In my opinion, it's just a few pieces of paper, aside from the marriage certificate, and if someone did want to divorce, as though it sounds easy to rip it up... that actually does sound like a good idea. Over and done with... but it's complicated, you have to pay to divorce among other things.

What is the whole point of getting married, if you're going to divorce anyway? It's Pathetic, Absolutely Pathetic. Even though nobody really knows when or if they will even get divorced, the end always matches, they either end up heartbroken or alone.

I don't want that, hell I'm 17, and I never even had a boyfriend—I'm lying... I did have a boyfriend once, Nathaniel, but he broke my heart, he was the only boy I had ever loved, I did have other few boyfriends after him, but we had commitment issues, either both, one, or neither cared about the relationship at all.

Back to Nathaniel, it all ended at 14 years old, when I found out that he knocked up another girl when we were together, and he forced her into a miscarriage so he wouldn't have to pay for either the abortion or the future of the baby.