**disclaimer** aaaaah! sorry sorry! i forgot to put this on here before,
and just remembered at like 11:30 at night, bad bad bad emily! going to be
sued and have sticks thrown at her, well, anyways
i dont own much, i just own Willow and her family, thats all, sory sorry again!
Careful What You Wish For
It was early Saturday morning, and the young Willow Cohen was sleeping peacefully her red and blue draped room. Her parents had insisted that red and blue were not proper colors to cover a young lady's room in, they had wanted pinks, and laces. But Willow had refused, and they had finally relented when she had stated that she would "run of and join the circus!" if they did not comply. Not wanting to create a scene, her parents had let her decorate her room however she pleased. They were of an upperclass family, and did not want to be viewed badly from the other elite class. Having their daughter run off, would certainly create unwanted gossip.
But all of this was far from Willow's mind at present, she was comfortable draped in a sleeping gown that would be considered to the proper young lady, "quite unbecoming and inappropriate!" but Willow did not care, it was comfortable, and when was she ever a conformist?
At this moment, Willow was deeply in a dream. She was walking amongst a garden with her true love by her side, a gorgeous young man, with jet black hair and eyes the color of the sea. He had the gentlest touch and a voice that could bring tears to the eyes of even the coldest of hearts. "Willow! Willow wake up! It is nearly ten o'clock! This is unacceptable!" this was not the voice of her true love! This was when she realized she was dreaming, and she slowly opened her eyes to her mother's harsh gaze.
"Good morning mother." she said cheerfully, she loved it when she dreamed of her true love. She knew he wasn't real, but he could be in her dreams, and when she did dream of him, it made her day a little brighter. Her mother, on the other hand, had a different expression on her face today than normal. "Its about time you woke up Willow! I nearly had to pour a bucket of water on your face! Now get up! We must get you extra presentable today! It is a big day!" Why mother? What is today?" Willow asked, noting her mother's expression towards her loose nightgown. "You're father has finally worked out the agreement that I thought impossible my dear!" her mother almost screamed with delight. "He has finally found you a husband! It is all arranged!"
Willow's heart sank to the bottom of her feet at this. "What?" she squeaked. "Well, your father and I have been trying to find you a suitable husband for almost a year now! You must know you are getting to the marrying age my dear! But considering your, well, *ahem* different personality, it has been almost impossible, but finally, your father has prevailed and found you a wonderful husband! Now, to me, he seems a bit, well, odd, but his family is quite rich, so I'm sure it wont matter in the end..." Willow had tuned out her mother by now, and was shocked at how soon her day had gone from wonderful, to horrible.
"Mother!" she gasped, "I cannot possibly marry someone I do not love, or, or even know!" "Oh my goodness...." her mother sighed, "Will you stop it with all this silly love talk Willow? You don't marry someone because you love them when you are in a social status as high as ours! I did not love your father when I married him, and look how well everything has turned out for us?"
"No mother." stated Willow boldly, "I will not marry whoever he is! I do not care if it is not proper or not! I refuse!" With this, her mother lost her patience, "You most certainly will! You do not have a choice in the matter! This is not a matter of choosing room colors this time young lady! You cannot try to get out of this! There is nothing you can do about it! If you refuse, you can be forced into this, and if you still refuse, how do you think you will survive outside this house by yourself? Hmm? No one hires women to do any kind of work! You will live on the streets and become a whore! Now do you want that?"
In the end, Willow knew she was right, she would never make it out int he world on her own, and her parents could make sure of that, they were powerful people. Therefore, the formerly happy Willow Cohen, became the most unhappy young woman she could think of, and reluctantly went about making herself "presentable" as her mother called it, dreading the hours ahead of her when she would have to meet her so called "fiance"
i dont own much, i just own Willow and her family, thats all, sory sorry again!
Careful What You Wish For
It was early Saturday morning, and the young Willow Cohen was sleeping peacefully her red and blue draped room. Her parents had insisted that red and blue were not proper colors to cover a young lady's room in, they had wanted pinks, and laces. But Willow had refused, and they had finally relented when she had stated that she would "run of and join the circus!" if they did not comply. Not wanting to create a scene, her parents had let her decorate her room however she pleased. They were of an upperclass family, and did not want to be viewed badly from the other elite class. Having their daughter run off, would certainly create unwanted gossip.
But all of this was far from Willow's mind at present, she was comfortable draped in a sleeping gown that would be considered to the proper young lady, "quite unbecoming and inappropriate!" but Willow did not care, it was comfortable, and when was she ever a conformist?
At this moment, Willow was deeply in a dream. She was walking amongst a garden with her true love by her side, a gorgeous young man, with jet black hair and eyes the color of the sea. He had the gentlest touch and a voice that could bring tears to the eyes of even the coldest of hearts. "Willow! Willow wake up! It is nearly ten o'clock! This is unacceptable!" this was not the voice of her true love! This was when she realized she was dreaming, and she slowly opened her eyes to her mother's harsh gaze.
"Good morning mother." she said cheerfully, she loved it when she dreamed of her true love. She knew he wasn't real, but he could be in her dreams, and when she did dream of him, it made her day a little brighter. Her mother, on the other hand, had a different expression on her face today than normal. "Its about time you woke up Willow! I nearly had to pour a bucket of water on your face! Now get up! We must get you extra presentable today! It is a big day!" Why mother? What is today?" Willow asked, noting her mother's expression towards her loose nightgown. "You're father has finally worked out the agreement that I thought impossible my dear!" her mother almost screamed with delight. "He has finally found you a husband! It is all arranged!"
Willow's heart sank to the bottom of her feet at this. "What?" she squeaked. "Well, your father and I have been trying to find you a suitable husband for almost a year now! You must know you are getting to the marrying age my dear! But considering your, well, *ahem* different personality, it has been almost impossible, but finally, your father has prevailed and found you a wonderful husband! Now, to me, he seems a bit, well, odd, but his family is quite rich, so I'm sure it wont matter in the end..." Willow had tuned out her mother by now, and was shocked at how soon her day had gone from wonderful, to horrible.
"Mother!" she gasped, "I cannot possibly marry someone I do not love, or, or even know!" "Oh my goodness...." her mother sighed, "Will you stop it with all this silly love talk Willow? You don't marry someone because you love them when you are in a social status as high as ours! I did not love your father when I married him, and look how well everything has turned out for us?"
"No mother." stated Willow boldly, "I will not marry whoever he is! I do not care if it is not proper or not! I refuse!" With this, her mother lost her patience, "You most certainly will! You do not have a choice in the matter! This is not a matter of choosing room colors this time young lady! You cannot try to get out of this! There is nothing you can do about it! If you refuse, you can be forced into this, and if you still refuse, how do you think you will survive outside this house by yourself? Hmm? No one hires women to do any kind of work! You will live on the streets and become a whore! Now do you want that?"
In the end, Willow knew she was right, she would never make it out int he world on her own, and her parents could make sure of that, they were powerful people. Therefore, the formerly happy Willow Cohen, became the most unhappy young woman she could think of, and reluctantly went about making herself "presentable" as her mother called it, dreading the hours ahead of her when she would have to meet her so called "fiance"