He hasn’t stopped whistling since dinner. My father has never been so happy or excited before. His eldest daughter is marrying the prophet. I bet he has been bragging to all his priesthood buddies too. Most days I wish they would have taken me away with Glen; however, I know that would never happen. I know why too.

　

I had heard Mr. Frank talking about it. Basically, they get rid of the younger men in the community so the higher ups can have younger girls to choose from for their brides. The more I think about everything that goes on inside this compound, the more I wonder if God has anything to do with it.

　

Lately, I seem to find myself daydreaming more and more about life not around the Mormon lifestyle. A life where my father is just my dad who loves me for me and only wants me to be happy. My mother to be the sort of person with her own thoughts and feelings and not afraid to voice them. To finish high school and go to college where I can do anything. Now I picture Ashley in my dreams as well. At least after tomorrow, I can see her all the time.

　

Tomorrow is my wedding day. It’s supposed to be the most wonderful day of my life and yet I fear it the most. My wedding or my imprisonment as I’ve named it is nothing like I thought it would be. I’m not marrying someone of my choosing or age. I wish I could runaway tonight but I have nowhere to go. I’m trapped.

　

Sleep doesn’t come at all tonight. Visions of my impending doom being overshadowed by curly hair and sparks. God, please let tomorrow never come.

　

“Spencer honey, time to get up” is whispered into my ear. I mumble before turning over and covering my head with the pillow.

　

Pillow being yanked away “Get up now! It’s your wedding day” The cheeriness in her voice is making me sick. Please don’t remind me.

“I’m up” Someone kill me please.

　

“We have a lot to do today to get ready.” With that my mother stands up and leaves my room.