The Damsel and the Musketeers(ON HOLD)

Chapter One

*8 years ago*

The voice over the intercom announced “Reese Cooper.” My turn, I thought bitterly. I hated this. The society chose your ‘soul mate’. I didn’t get to choose the boy I was going to marry.

Society chose for me.

I slowly entered the room, reluctant to find out who I was going to be forced to marry when I came of age. As I walked in, all eyes went to me. I tried to shrink down, to be less noticeable but that wouldn’t happen. They were all here to decide my future. Much to my distaste.

I walked up to the center of the room, where there was an empty, rickety old chair waiting for me. I slowly made my way there, not wanting to sit down, knowing as soon as I would, my future wouldn’t be so mysterious.

When I finally sat down, the President, President Jacobs, called for silence. “Reese Cooper. 10 years old. Your case has cause quite a dilemma. Going through every case before yours, and this has never happened before. Reese Cooper. You have three soul mates.”

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*Present Day*

I thought back to that day. I hated the thought; I had to ruin two boys’ lives. Two boys that I’ve known forever because, if you were a soul mate, if you didn’t marry them, you would never marry. I really did hate this.

I pulled my long, wavy brunette hair up in an elegant bun. Today, I was to go visit Eli’s family and have lunch with them. My eighteenth birthday was coming up, meaning I had to choose which boy I was going to marry. Eli Brooks, Landon Johnson, or Parker Jones. I had to evenly split my time between the three boys, that was the rule for me. The judges and President had been making up the rules and the years rolled along.

I was the first case that this ever happened, so I was the test case. The rules were simple.

1.       Until time came to choose my ‘soul mate’ I was to split time evenly between them.

2.       If I missed one appointment with a candidate, I had to miss another meeting with the other two candidates.

3.       If I were found to be purposely missing meetings, I would be killed.

Simple, right? Not really. I didn’t want to choose. I would much rather die than have to choose between my three boys that were my best friends. They had been able to put their feelings away for me, up until last year. Eli, Landon, and Parker all had started talking less and less, now barely talking at all. The three ‘musketeers’ and the damsel in distress we had been called. Now it was the damsel and the candidates.

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I walked downstairs holding my heels in my hand. “Oh Reese! You look gorgeous!” my mother cooed as I came into view. I looked down at my simple soft green summer dress that I paired with a brown shrug. It was almost the only thing that you saw me wearing these days, something fancy.

I had to visit each boy more and more often as my birthday drew nearer. I rolled my eyes at her response. Just then a horn honked outside. “That’s Eli.” I mumbled, tripping while putting my shoes on. My mum came over and hugged me, “Have a good day, honey.”

I stumbled out of the front door and down to the waiting car. Eli sat in the driver’s seat smiling out the window to me. I went around to the passenger’s side and got in quickly, not trusting myself to be balanced in heels. “Hey,” he said as soon as I got settled and we were out of the driveway. “Why do you even wear the heels anyways? You can’t balance, and quite frankly, you look fine without them anyways.”

I glared at him, not believing a word he said. “You know for a fact I only wear them because it is heels, converse, combat boots, or flip flops. Out of all of those, which are dressy?” He shrugged and replied “Good point” while turning up the music.

That was the thing I liked about Eli, he knew when I didn’t want to talk. He knew I absolutely hated having to ruin the three musketeers all because of society’s rules. Today, we were supposed to have lunch with his mother. I knew though, instead it would be just us two gorging on pizza and hanging out in a tree house all afternoon.

When we finally got into his house, his mother quickly met us, to leave immediately to go to a meeting. His father had died when we were eight, and his mother was always working. I took off my heels, and headed into the kitchen to pull out a frozen pizza. I set the oven and went into the living room and checked that Eli was getting the extra blankets, pillows and other necessities we needed.

With each guy, we did something different. When I was with Eli, we got food, and then went to the tree house that his father had built all of us when we were still the three musketeers and the damsel. It was our special place now, either sitting in silence drowned by memories, reading our favorite book passages aloud to each other, or just talking. If we talked, it was always about how I would rather run away then be forced to marry. That’s what ended up being our option today.

“I get that you don’t want to marry, but instead of running, you should take charge, try to overthrow the government.” Eli bit into his second slice while waiting for my reaction. I shot him a glare and said “Oh yes. Because I, Reese Amelia Cooper can overthrow the whole government that has been like this for the last 100 years.” He shrugged and took another bite. He always said that.

I would never let him know, but that had always been my plan. I wanted to overthrow the government. Everyone else was scared though, what would come of us if the plan didn’t work? Would our lives become like those of the people in the book ‘The Hunger Games’? Would it matter to me? Probably not, seeing if I tried to overthrow the government, I would most likely be killed.

That was one of the few things that stopped me. My mother was another reason too. She knew of my distaste to the government, she always responded “Don’t think about it too much, honey. You may not like it, but when you get married you’ll realize that they do pair you up with your perfect match.” I always shot her a look after that. How could I agree with the government that was trying to make me choose between the three boys I had grown up all my life? Not to mention that at one point or another I had a crush on one of the three.

That was another problem. If- excuse me- when I chose my ‘soul mate’ (how could they be my soul mate if I get to choose them? That’s even worse than being paired with someone.) The other two couldn’t marry. They would die alone. Living their lives in hell whenever they saw happily married couples or young love. And it would be my entire fault. It really weighs down on you.

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