AN/ Hi this is my first story so please take it easy on me! I actually had a dream about this and decided I could turn it into a fanfiction! So here it is and because of my stupid alarm clock, I have no idea how it ends so you'll just have to wait and see. Without further ado... Hellish Situations Chapter 1!
Chapter 1
"I won't go through with it. I refuse!" I stated to my parents.
"But sweetie, the Morinozuka's are a great family it is an honor to even be given a chance like this! I even hear that you beat out hundreds of other girls for this honor, too!" My mother exclaimed.
"If it's such an honor, then give it to one of those other girls who want it so badly. All I did was win a martial arts completion, not apply for a… a crude raffle!" I spat.
"It was not a raffle! How dare you say that! You will not reflect this family badly or treat the Morinozuka's that way when you meet them tonight. Now go to your room until you clear your head!" My mother flustered.
I stormed up to my room with steam pouring out of my ears. This was so unfair, I just found a martial arts completion held by one of the most prestigious families in Japan and won, now I'm betrothed to their youngest son who I never even met? This was insane. I know the type he probably is too. Rich snob who thinks that I should just take it all lying down and keep my mouth shut. Well, that ain't anywhere near close as to what will happen. If I even have to marry him, trust me I would rather sell my soul than marry I guy I never met when I'm only 13.
I walked over to my computer and started to Google search, 'How to get out of a betrothal.' Like, a bazillion hits came up. Somewhere stupid sounding like 'die' and other crap like that. Then I came to a great website called, ' '. I clicked and found the Holy Grail.
"Don't screw this up for us." Mom growled right before the door to the Morinozuka's mansion was opened. We easily slipped off our shoes and donned house slippers and followed the maid who led us, what I think, was the long way to the sitting room. She was probably told to show us as much as possible because we just walked in a big circle for 5 minutes. Whoop-te-do, I get to go meet probably another douche bag who just wants to get in my pants and doesn't give a shit about me. This hasn't been my first interview. Though the other times I had no clue what was really going on and nothing was final. As I walked, I couldn't help but feel insanely uncomfortable and out of place. My mother had spent hours on my appearance. She had me in a really pretty dark blue semi-fitted dress with a modest neckline, thank god, with my long brunette hair pulled back in a bun with two curls framing my face. My face is covered in so much war paint that you couldn't chip through it with a jackhammer. I had a light blue eye shadow on with thin layer of eyeliner and layers upon layers of skin-toned foundation to hid my acne, I am only 13 after all.
"Remember be polite and smile no matter if you want to be here or not." My mother murmured through her smile as the maid opened the door to the sitting room, allowing both families to size each other up for the first time. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw on the other side of that door. Nothing.