I'm Engaged to be Married ... WHAT!!! *ON HOLD FOR NOW*

Chapter 1

Sarah POV

Dear Diary

You have been my best friend since I got you for my birthday when I was 10-years old.

"Honey, are you getting ready!?" Mom yelled from downstairs.

I sighed and continued to write in my diary.

Well this is worst then anything that I have ever been forced to suffer through.

My mom and Aunt Mandy, told me that when I was little, mom had arranged a marriage to me.

I gripped the pen in my hand and almost crushed it. I clenched my fist, and then took a deep breath and continued to write.

Just imagine my surprise and how pissed off I was when I heard this. First I thought that they were just joking ... But then they explained.

Because we are the descended to the Duke of Rochford, one of the rich noble men that lived in the 17 century, we have his fortune.

Means that I have to honor the tradition of being married away at the age of 17!

The only reason why mom and aunt Mandy never had to, is because everyone thought that the Duke's bloodline was ended a long time ago.

But they found us - Or rather, they found Me - When aunt Mandy had to go to the hospital for her blood disease. I had to give her some of my blood, mom's blood type didn't match with aunt Mandy's, mine did. So when I gave some of my blood, my family history must of come up, because I remember seeing mom talking to one of the doctors. Who seamed to be interested in my family history and asked if my or me were decedents from the Duke of Rochford.

Turns out that this man was one of the many decedents of the Duke of Nottingham. They had a deal that all of their decedents should be married, so that their bloodline would always stay strong.

I did understand, when they told me. We live in a FREAKING MANSION for GOD SAKES!

But now, mom is downstairs rushing to clean up the mansion and get herself ready. And all because my supposedly future husband is coming here ...

Great news, right?

I only found out three days ago that I will marry some guy that I have never even met!

"Honey! Get changed and put down your diary! Come and help me!" Mom yelled like a mad man.

I rolled my eyes. 'Why did Aunt Mandy get to escape all of this, just because she had to go to China and report a story' I thought, knowing that Aunt Mandy is a really involved reporter.

Some days I thank god that we live a little bit away from town and in a mansion, or people would hear my mom yell and think that she was crazy. Even I think she's crazy.

"Alright mom!" I yelled back at her and shut my diary and hide it in my secret hiding place: In my underwear drawer, under the bra's. Nobody ever found it.

And they had tried to find it, believe me. Like when I snuck out of the house with my friends, and I never told mom what happened at the party.

She looked like crazy, but she never found it.

She really tore up my room and didn't found it, since I still got away with it and was never grounded.

But I grew out of my friends, while they were still their immature girls that they always had been, and probably always will be.

"Honey, hurry up!" Mom yelled a little louder, if that is even possible, from downstairs.

I sighed one more time before giving up on my dreams of going to college, owning a dog, maybe become a writer and publish my own book.

With my luck, I would probably get a husband that is six years older then me, is pimpled face, wears braces, is horny all the time and wants lots of kids, and thinks like a cave man and doesn't want me to learn anything.

With one more last sigh, I walked downstairs and prepared to met the disgusting excuse of a man that in the future I will have to call "Husband".