"Mom. I will not marry this guy I just met," I commanded. "It has to be done sweetheart," Harold chimed in. "I was not talking to you," I growled and shot him a dirty look. I never really liked my mothers new "husband", he always treated me like shit. "Now, now," my mother marveled at the sight of me talking back, "there shall not be any tension between the two of you at a time like this. It's very important to stay calm and collective." She always taked his side. Even if it meant throwing me into a pit for an entire eternity, she would not interject. "I'm sixteen," I began, "I have more important things to do than to be married to a complete stranger." "Well, we can't do anything about it," she sighed and looked over at Harold, "it has been our plan for as long as I can remember. Even before you were born it was decided. There's no turning back now." And after that talk with my parents, it was decided. I would be married to Grayson Dolan.