Arranged Marriage? TRY ME! [[1]] So where's Ashton Kutcher?

"It's a beautiful morning!" I sang as I walked into my living room. And really loudly at that. Oh and did I mention off key? Funny thing about that.. It was night. My fiance groaned from the couch.
"Not this again.." He complained to no one in particular.
"Oh yes. Again." I said and sang louder and more out of tune, if possible.
Now you may be wondering, 'Fiance? Wtf? How old are you anyway?!' And its actually a pretty funny story.. Well now that I look back on it. And let me tell you this: I hate the guy and wish I could chew him up like bubblegum, spit him out, and step on him twenty thousand times. But of course I can't.
Now let me explain if you haven't already gotten it: This was an arranged marriage. I had no say what-so-ever. Oh and just so you know, I'm just over 18.
Anyway! About how I got like this. Well.. I was a forced drop out from school. But that's not the point. So what is the point you ask? Well.. My mother was.. Eh.. Low on cash and this rich family offered her tons of money if she would arrange a marriage between me and their son. Who is a year older than me. Making him 19.
Go back to the day you say? Well.. If you think you're ready!
**Two Weeks Earlier**
I'm gonna win.. I'm gonna win.. I'M SO WINNING!
Playing a racing video game and lounging in a chair. And right as I had reached fist place, a loud knock sounded on the door, making me lose my concentration, lose my first place status, and lose the race. Frustrated with my terrible luck that day, I threw the play station controller on the ground and pouted.
And someone was still knocking on the door!
"Is anybody going to get the door?" I shouted. My mom didn't look up from her computer and my younger sister continued reading her teeny bopper magazine. Fan-TASTIC.
"FINE." I grumbled and opened the door to see two snobby looking adults and a guy who looked around my age. He looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.
"Is there a.. Tara Smith.. Here?" the snobby lady asked. They were here for my mom?
"Uh yea.. MOM!!!" I shouted for my mom. She came to the door and smiled upon seeing the obviously snooty family. All I could think was 'WTF?!'
"Mr. and Mrs. Rivers! Pleasure to finally see you! This must be James.. Hello!" she ushered them in and made my younger sister leave the room. Who caused a fight.
"Why does she get to stay?!" Mallory whined.
"Because I'm special! LEAVE." I said.
"Mo-om!" Mallory whined again. My mom just sighed. So I took it into my own hands. Meaning, I punched her hard in the arm. She screamed and pinched me, twisting the skin so I pushed her on the floor.
"ENOUGH!" my mom yelled, "Mallory. Room. Now. Sarah. Sit."
"I'm not a dog. Unless you plan on giving me a treat." My mom gave me a look that said she was trying not to laugh. But I saw James smile, also holding back a laugh.
"Can we quit this foolishness and get down to business please?" asked the snobby lady Mrs. Rivers, obviously annoyed.
"Of course, of course." Said my mom, sitting down next to me.
"You girl, stand up." I looked at my mother and quirked an eyebrow. She just shrugged and nodded. So I stood and the lady pulled me to the center of the room. She circled me like a hawk and I kept sending my mom questioning glances. She just looked away. Something's up. What snapped me back to reality was the lady's tight grip on my chin, and her face abnormally close to mine, looking at me, her eyes shifting all over my face. My eyes darted back and forth nervously. I had no idea what was going on.
"Pretty face.. Fair body, but a little on the heavy side. She will do." She said. My jaw dropped open in shock. A little on the heavy side? How rude! So what if I'm 130 pounds?! I'm still pretty!
"Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?!" I screamed. Can you blame me? I was frustrated, confused, and had just been insulted!
"Mind your tongue young lady." The man said with a sneer. James just looked at me as if to say 'Sorry about them.'
"Sarah.. I don't know how to say this.. But.. James is your new fiance." My mom said.
If this wasn't such a serious situation, I'd laugh and say, "Hahaha that's so funny! So where's Ashton Kutcher? Lemme guess.. I'VE BEEN PUNK'D!" and fall in hysterical laughter. But no. My mom is looking at the ground, avoiding my eyes, James looks at me and then looks away quickly, and Mr. and Mrs. Snob (as I am now referring to Mr. and Mrs. Rivers) were looking at me with sneers and smirks. So now I'm standing in the middle of the room still.
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Mrs. Snob stands up and hands my mom a large wad of cash.

"50,000 dollars to you Mrs. Smith, for your daughter." I just looked at my mom in shock. She was selling me off to be MARRIED?! I was over the top mad. I felt like any minute steam would spout from my ears. But amoung that was the worst feelings.. Hurt. Hurt that my mom would trade me for cash. Money changes people I guess..

I ran out of the house without a word and to the park at the end of the block. I sat on a swing and rocked back and forth slightly while catching my breath. I hadn't noticed someone had followed me out of the house. So I was quite surprised when James kneeled in front of me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, "You're crying.." He said and pushed a strand of my blackish-burgundy hair behind my ear. I lifted a hand to my cheek and felt the salty liquid of tears on my face. It shocked me, because I never cried. Not in front of anybody.

"No, I'm not okay. My mom is trading me off for money, one of the most selfish things she's ever done. And she's done some pretty selfish things." I said.

"It'll be okay. I have my own house, and no, it's not big and ritzy and snobby. And it's nowhere near where my parents live." He said smiling. This made me smile too. I didn't like his parents already and I've just met them.

"Oh.. And what my mom said about you being 'a little on the heavy side' is untrue. You're beautiful." He said imitating his mother in a high pitched squeaky voice. It made me smile.

"Thanks."

And that's how it happened. After that we moved into his house, and annoyed the living hell out of each other. This is going to be one interesting arranged marriage.