Arranged Marriage

Chapter 5

Latika's POV~
We all said our goodbyes. Finally, I could change into sweats and sleep. I was so tired, and I had school tomorrow.

"Goodbye, thank you for coming!" I hugged Yaser and Trisha, since Doniya had to take Safaa to the car after she fell asleep, and Waliyah had left. Zayn? He was waiting to say his goodbye.

"Bye." I gave him my hand, to shake and leave. I was just too tired.
"No. Don't say goodbye, say see you soon. See you tomorrow." he said matter-of-factly.
I smiled, trying not to blush. "See you tomorrow." He rejected my hand, by giving me a kiss on the cheek followed by a hug.

I closed the door, after seeing their car drive off into the cold air. When I turned, looking up at my parents. "You 2 look like y'all would kick off really good." My mother stated. I looked at her, not even smiling. I know she just wants to get rid of me. She doesn't love me. She's told me those words before.

 ~Flashback~
"Congratulations Latika!" My dad embraced me in a hug. I had won 2nd chair in the District Honor Band. "Good job Latika." I was surprised, but loved her compliments, so I appreciated her for it. "You could have done better." I loved band, and my director tells me im going to get far if I keep up the work im doing. My mom is just killing all the energy and love and passion I have for music. I love playing for the school band. Obviously I just hate the school, but when im in band, all the pain just fades...
~Flashback Over~

~The Next Day

I  woke up at 2 in the morning. I couldn't sleep. I was sitting o my bed, my back against the headboard, knees to chest head between my knees, letting my tears flow freely and meet with the freshly bleeding scars on my arms and thighs. I don't want to get married. He was acting so sweet and caring around others but when we are alone... he just doesn't get im a human being as well. I don't get it either.... Why is being like this with me?

I looked at the clock, easily seeing the bright red lights in the dark room, marking 6:49. In about 10 minutes, I would have to get up and ready for school. It starts at 8, but I have a meeting with the counselor. College Talk. I never planned to go to a college, but if I wanted to succeed in the music industry I had to work hard for it. 

I wore a black long sleeve shirt, and white jeans with black vans, and a black beanie. Oh, how I love beanies in the cold. I did a simple light brown lip, and winged liner with mascara. I brushed my hair, and it fell into it's straight natural hair.  It was quite cold in her office, so she turned the heat up, after noticing I was shivering. "So....Musician." She looked at the essay and millions of documents I have filled out before. I wanted to be successful in music, but I guess I wanted Vet more than that... However, that was too much Science, and that professor is just shit, so im not taking his class for an extra 6 years. I nodded, smiling. That so famous fake smile no one has noticed, that it is hiding so much.

"Music seems like something you must be really into. " She said to me, smiling. It looked fake, because I saw she had like 4 cups of empty coffee, and finishing her 5th...Sounds like me. Bags under her eyes, Obviously my last name Quintanilla, she had seen a lot more students before me.

"Music...Music. Band, Woodwinds...." She was mumbling to herself. I played Clarinet. I've always pictured myself playing the French Horn, and it's angelic sound coming from it's horn, as I matched the pitch to be in tune. Clarinet never even passed my head while testing which instrument I wanted. I ended up studying Clarinet, I hated it-because it wasn't what I wanted. The more I started 'within subjects' Honor Band, District Band, etc. etc. I started to love it more, and more. I fell in love with it.

"Well, what's you're plan? Be the next Beethoven?" She crossed her fingers, on her desk leaning in. I sat up, and crossed y legs. "No. something simple..." I said...I wanted to play, not direct a band.... Although directing the band is amazing.

After the meeting I had with her, I went to my first class. The crappy science teach-I mean, Science.

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Sorry it wasa crappy chapter, But it's a chapter.