When you reached school, you hurried for the ladies restroom, swimming against the bodies of students who are heading for their Homeroom.

Fortunately you arrived and found it empty. Facing the mirror, two pairs of worried hazel eyes stared back at you and your face is whiter than white if possible. There are creases in your forehead, making you look older than being seventeen.

                “Relax,” you ordered to calm yourself. “It’s just marriage Lee ~~~~”

                But the moment you said those words made you loose all thread of hopes.

                Three black haired girls entered the restroom. They look young and happy and never worrying about a big situation called marriage. The thought of it made your stomach sick.

                You turned the faucet and washed your hands. With determination, you shouted to your reflection, “I’m gonna be a good wife! Fighting!”

                The three girls stopped giggling and stared at you in puzzlement. Embarrassed, you smiled apologetically and went to your class.