MatchMakers

Chapter 2: Goals Turned to Distant Dreams

I was never much of an enthusiastic person when it came to getting ready to go to school or when I was at school receiving an education, but today was different, the results that would tell me officially on paper that I was infertile was going to be passed out. Everyone in my class had been notified that today was the day they were going to receive their matches, so the atmosphere was a bit different today, it was bubbly.

I overlooked the words WHORE written on my desk as I sat down. This term was used for infertile women who decided to sell their bodies for money not fearing that they would end up pregnant, the very women my mother was implying last week at dinner. I wasn't going to be like those women, I had a goal and I was going to reach it.

I heard snickers from the side of the room and I assumed they were laughing at me as I read the bolded letters written on my desk. They were so immature.

"I can't believe we finally get our matches today."

"I know, it feels like it's been a century of waiting."

"Thanks to a certain someone."

"I can't wait to see her cry when she gets her final results of an infertile women."

"She's going to be a whore."

The room roared with giggles, they spoke of me like I wasn't a few seats down with ears. But again, I knew they wanted to spite me. I just kept my gaze on the garden outside, daydreaming of all the time I would be spending outdoors when I graduate, the land I would travel.

"All right girls settle down, today's the day you're finally going to see who your match is, and when school's over arrangements have been made for you to meet them," Mrs. Sun began with a smile as she placed a pile of large Manila envelopes on her desk.

"I hope he's hot."

"What if I get a celebrity?"

"Fat chance, there aren't much single male celebrities our age anyways."

"There's the model and future CEO of CC Trunks Briefs."

"Boy is he dreamy."

"I really doubt someone from this class yet alone this school would end up with him, they're probably going to give him a match with some snobby rich girl from some other school."

"Jessica's a snobby rich girl in this school."

"She did brag about how she was positive she was going to get him."

"If she doesn't get him she'll be the laugh of the school."

"Girls!" Mrs. Sun shouted, wanting order.

I was happy they were quiet, all that gossiping, and fantasies were getting on my nerves, it didn't matter if the person was poor or wealthy, famous or non-famous the marriage was going to be a sham.

She began passing the envelopes by row, I was a little anxious about the results, going to the slight chance that I could be fertile, but after taking two test that determined I was infertile it was really a fat chance that I was fertile.

As I was the last person in the last row I received my envelope last, I could already hear the girls ripping apart the envelope to see the man they would be chained with. I kept my smile on the inside, as I began to open my envelope as well.

There were shrieks and some sighs of disappointment as the girls examined the information about their match.

I took the packet out of the envelope, the first thing on the paper where the results. I skimmed the paper ready to enjoy my freedom till my eyes caught some words I wanted to believe was untrue, but as I read over the paper about five times the words were still the same.

Marron Chestnut, after taking the test two times we classified you as infertile, but after conducting your last test we seemed to have come across a great discovery, you are indeed very fertile. We hadn't seen these numbers of eggs in history and we're pleased to announce that you've passed the fertility test. Thank you for your service. Please help repopulate Japan with your children!

It didn't click in my mind, it wouldn't click in my mind, I couldn't have it click in my mind. What type of humor where they throwing on me? It sure wasn't funny.

I felt all eyes on me, including the teachers', I guess they were awaiting my tears and, in all honesty, I almost gave them what they wanted. But as they were expecting me not to have a match I indeed had one.

I sucked up the pain welling deep in my heart as I flipped through my medical records and finally found the page where my match was located. And as I read through the description and examined the photo closely I knew the world truly hated me. My "match" was Trunks Briefs.