Personal Narrative: Why Me

When the first person who had come up with the bright idea to say that it’s always the quiet ones you have to be leery of than looked around for someone to verify the truth and pointed in my direction, someone should have warned me so I could kick their ass. The only words that came to mind when I had realized that I was being used as the example is Why Me? I had a perfect reason why I would think this way is quite simple. After seeing a picture of her, I knew I was going for a trifecta with this one. I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning. I knew something was wrong the moment my father had personally requested I attend the morning board meeting. He knew how much I hate a bunch of old men fighting over one another …show more content…
My parents' marriage was arranged and his family was clearly the lesser of the two. Although families like ours have arranged marriages for business and or political purposes, it isn’t unheard of some affection towards the couple do happen. My parents didn’t fall into that category, but they did respect one another and a semi-friendship did grow. As I was told by a few of the nosier household staff, after I was born the two of them started sharing the same bedroom and had become much closer. When my mother placed a padded folder in front of my father’s place at the head of the table, I knew that today wasn’t going to be a happy …show more content…
Like you would turn a page in a book, she showed the document under it and I knew why there was no way I would be able to get out of this… nightmare. I knew the name, I knew the reputation, and everyone knew their family’s wealth was over thirty times greater than ours. They say that money can hide a multiple of sins, but they didn’t have enough money to make this one look better. It wasn’t as if she was in great need of a team of plastic surgeons and contact lens would easily take care of the old lady cat glasses, but there was absolutely nothing