"Kristen," my parents began. "Please sit down. We want to talk to you."
"What is it? I'm doing homework."
They told me that they had some news.
"You are going to have an arranged marriage this month," my mother said softly. "To a man named Richard Banks."
"But-" I interrupted. Apparently I wasn't allowed to do that because she held up her pointer finger to stop me. "The wedding will be at the end of the month, so starting tomorrow you will be getting to know him very well. We don't want any complaints." That obviously meant that she knew what I was about to say.
"Not even one little complaint?" I asked her furiously.
She just shook her head and walked away. I was NOT about to go through with this. I just won't. So, I stormed off in a dark cloud of my anger. This was not over.
