Mark Youth

I thought I actually might kill might kill myself. Not to sound morbid or anything, but going with my fiancee, Bridget, to choose stuff for our gift list was worst than when I first entered rehab.
I’m Mark Youth, you might know me from the hit T.V. series, Reserved for Ten. And as you can see…I’m getting married.
“Mark what about this china set?” Bridget held up a porcelain plate. I stared at the fork on the table next to her and seriously considered jabbing it into my hand.
I would have done anything to get out of that department store.
“Omigod Bridge they’re so pretty.” Squeaked Bridget’s Maid of Honor Heather. I sighed. If I wasn’t able to hurt myself with the fork, Heather would have been next in line.
It was because of her that I was dragged away from my friends and taken here. It was also her fault that I hadn’t been able to kiss Bridget ever since I’d proposed to her three months ago.
And it’s not just Heather who was annoying me. the bunches of people who recognized Bridget and me as celebrities kept gawking. I rolled my eyes when two teenagers wanted to take a picture with us.
This day couldn’t possibly get any worse.












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