Hey so I know its been a long time, but I'm back with a new summer fic. This is just a preface for what is to come. I will be updating once a week. I have part of chapter one in the works and would love feedback to see what you guys think. Your opinions are what will help shape the story as it continues.
"She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that's important—you know"

― Marilyn Monroe

August 5th, 1942

I packed all of my things finally. It's not that I have that many things of course, it's just the mere idea of leaving Aunt Glenda frightens me so. She's so frail and green that it makes me worry, I worry that she's falling ill. But she told me that's not my place to be worried about her anymore, and that I shouldn't be trying to get out of marrying John tomorrow. Honest to goodness, I swear that I'm not trying to get out of anything by any means. John is a nice enough man, he's never short or hot tempered and has never laid a hand on me. I do love him, just not in a way that a girl should love a man. I love him in the way that a girl my age would love her older brother.

Hopefully, my love for him will grow with time, because I know that this could very well be my only chance at a good life. I know that I'm young to be getting married at only sixteen years of age. Yet knowing that Aunt Glenda barely has enough to feed me, let alone herself, that just the thought of inconveniencing her for another day, nearly makes my heart rip into two pieces.

I know that my only option is to go through with the marriage to John. It's that or get sent back to the orphanage and be sent to a new family every time that I speak out of turn or misbehave. Having to deal with those awful men whom I'm supposed to call "Daddy" and ask me help them in their offices. Instead them wanting my help with something, they shut the door once I come in and whisper in my ear not to scream as they reach beneath my shabby skirt.

The thought of ever having to go through those kinds of horrible things again makes my head hurt and sends and dark and unpleasant shiver down my whole spine. I would much rather go through with his arrangement than to ever have to feel so used ever again,

I didn't realize how late it was getting until looking over at the clock just now. I should put this pen down and be heading off to bed for the night, knowing that things will be busy in the morning, and that change is coming my way.