Marry him
It is June 14th, 1918 and I just woke up. I looked around my huge bedroom that of which I have occupied since birth. The soft pink and white walls, the big bed, the white dresser, and the many other things that I render useless. Oh I cannot wait till I can bid fare well to this place I have called home for so many years. My name is Adaira Abagail Scott, I am seventeen years old, and though I am young I have fallen in love for the first time to Damon M. Stone. He is everything to me now, and that is why I cannot believe my parents are forcing me to marry a man I do not love.
His name is William K. Collins Jr., his family and my family have been friends for decades and they have wanted this marriage since we were born. Our families are like royalty in this town, my dad owns chains of factories and other businesses. William's father owns many businesses, farms, and trading lines. If our family combines it is supposed to be this big thing, but doesn't my happiness matter to them, doesn't William's happiness matter?
I do not understand why I cannot be with the man I love. If it is about the money, then it shouldn't really be a problem since his family is not as up there as the Collins but they are well off. I think my father's only reason not to like Damon is because he and his family moved from England to here, New York a few years ago. I for one love the British accent but my father on the other hand is what Damon calls "A full out Yankee." My father is not fond of outsiders, he only puts up with people outside of New York. Come to think about it my father just didn't like anything that is different. I live for the different, I want the different, I want to be different, and Damon is my different. I know what I have to do.
I pulled off the covers and got clean up and got dressed. I packed a bag of the main things that I will need. I wrote a letter for my parents telling them that I will not marry William, I love Damon and they cannot make me choose because I choose him. I left the note on my bed and I walked out the door and never looked back. That was the last time I was in that room with the soft pink and white walls, and the big bed, and the white dresser, and the many other things that I rendered useless, the last time I called that room home. Anywhere that Damon is, is and will always be my home now.
