An Arranged Marriage Will I Love Him?

Chp 4. My List of Demands

"You probably should start packing," Mom suggested.

"There's not much to pack," I said.
Mom flinched, darn it I didn't mean it like that, "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," She sat on my bed (our couch folded out), "I hate to give you bad news right now, but you're leaving in three days."

"What about graduation!?" I asked disbelieved.

"I've already talked to your principal, he said he'd give you your certificate tomorrow after school. He said it would be okay because school is ending soon anyways."

Congratulations to me, "At least I'll be able to see Tanner sooner."

Mom hugged me, "You're always doing your best to be optimistic and I'm thankful for that. And don't worry about Dylan he'll come around eventually."

"I hope your right mom," I whispered again, "I hope your right."

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"Congratulations on graduating Miss. Draper," The Principal shook my hand.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

The day I had been waiting for, the day I'd saved up my money for my graduation gown, hat, and so on. It had been torn to pieces; instead of standing with my class of 2007 I'm in here shaking hands with the principal with no one to see my great hard accomplishment.

"May I ask why you are leaving so soon?" The Principal asked.

"My dad is back and wants us to move with him to Florida," I half lied.

"Well that's great news! Have a good day Miss. Draper," He shooed me out of his office. When the door closed all I wanted was to fall against the door and disintegrate into thin air.

"Congratulations graduate," I heard him say.

I opened my eyes not realizing I'd closed them, "Hi."

Dylan walked up to me taking my hands, "How about we celebrate?"

I smiled, "Your not mad?"

"No, I'm furious, not at you though at your dad, but I'm going to make the best of this even though I'm not allowed to be your boyfriend any more," Dylan said.

I smiled, "I appreciate it."

He leaned down kissing me, and this time it was the last time we would ever kiss, he let go, "Let's go celebrate!"

"Dylan?" I asked biting into my burger a few minutes later.

"Huh?" Dylan looked up.

I swallowed, "Could you make sure my family is okay until they move to Florida?"

"Of course, I'll do anything for you," Dylan smiled. Then his face lit up like he had just thought of a plan, "I have a great idea! How about you make a list of demands you want from your father since he is making you do this stupid thing."

"That's the smartest thing you've thought of today," I complimented.

I really liked this idea. Dylan pulled out a notebook and I started scribbling down my list of demands.

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"Is that everything?" Dad asked pointing to my small suitcase.

"You forget that mom paid the bills for the past nine years," I spat.

"Ouch, I guess I had that coming," Dad picked up the suitcase, "Ready?"