Golden Pieces

Prologue

An Angels Tears

I saw her one day, as my family and I drove past the market. Though she was dirty, and dressed in rags, she was beautiful. She was selling flowers in the low class market, and she smiled at one customer. Her teeth were a dazzling white even though she was poor. She was, in words I’ve said before, beautiful. I had no idea such beauty existed in this world. As we drove past, I, a twenty year old man, who is exactly six feet tall, one hundred thirty seven pounds, brown hair and brown eyes, pressed my face up against the car window like a little kid.

I turned towards my mother and was about to say something, but she was rambling on how I should get married and we were looking for a fiancé today. I sighed and let my mind drift as we drove through the streets towards the place called “Meet a Girl.” I sighed, thinking I was going to puke. I seriously would never understand that woman, the woman I called my mother. My father was just as bad though, thinking any young man should be married at the age of twenty.

“Find a pretty one…” I heard him say to my mother as I ignored them. My mom’s voice drifted into my thoughts. “I hope he picks one…” I knew exactly what she was going to say as I blocked out her voice, “I hope he picks one pretty girl today.” Or something like that at least. Now I really thought I was going to puke. Though my parents were the richest people in the city, I always had the personality to do things myself. Such as clean my own room, do my own laundry. My parents always thought it weird of me to do things such as that, saying the maids were perfectly fine doing the job for me.

If cleaning wasn’t enough, then they thought me finding my own woman was strange. They believed they had to take the responsibility to find the right girl for me. I, on the other hand, thought they were out of their minds. I don’t know how many times I told my mother I was perfectly capable of finding my own bride, but she didn’t listen every time. I sighed, not liking how today was turning out. First my mom tells me I’m going to have to get married, or be kicked out of the house and live with her very poor cousin (which I wouldn’t mind, but she would never really do that. All she would really do would be locking me in a room until I agreed to be married.) or be married. I, of course, didn’t have a chance to answer for I was whisked out of the door and into the limo.

So here I was now, sitting in the back of a limo, waiting for the doom that was looming in front of me, getting closer by the second. “We’re here!” My mom said merrily, interrupting my thoughts.

That was how it all started, my first day of misery.

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HAH! A longer prologue then usual!

An Angels Tears