Sitting in front of a window at the plantation, Rachel reflected on how she got to this moment. It was her wedding day. In just a few moments, she would be Mrs. Byron Webster. Families gathered that day to witness the union of two kids, just barely out of high school.
Neither side wanted to celebrate this joyous love. The impetuous decision to rush the wedding was not due to anyone or anything coming in nine months. No. Marriage had been her dream since the young girl watched Cinderella at an impressionable age.
She loved being in love. She loved a love story.
Hers was to read: High school sweethearts, kids, family, and happily ever after.
She was marrying the captain of the football team. Quarterback Byron Webster selected Rachel as his conquest early in their junior year.
He liked that she had spunk and was petite, at barely five feet tall and a hundred pounds. He towered over her at six-foot-plus and was built like a steam engine. He could power through any line of defense on the field.
At first, she thought he acted like a dumb jock, but he wooed her with his charms. Finally, she agreed to go out with him, and that was it. She fell for him. Sweet and a badass on the field, what was not to like?
They went to prom their junior year, where Rachel lost her virginity. During their senior year, he pushed for her to be on the cheer squad. She didn’t want to be one of “those girls,” but she did it for him. Being a cheerleader didn’t mean she joined the sisterhood of cheer. She only made one bond on that squad. Monica. The two of them became the best of friends. As for everyone else, she believed they were fake.
Plastic Cheerleader Barbie Dolls.
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