The Love of Market Boy

A prequel to A Midsummer Night's Dream. We had to write a prequel to a fairytale and/or folktale in English so here is part of it:


"I'm too young to be engaged!" I moaned into my pillow. I'm sixteen, not forty. Sure sixteen's a healthy age to be engaged in 1582 a.d., but I still wanted to be a kid a little longer. Plus, I don't even like Demetrius. Even worse, Demetrius is Helena's ex-boyfriend! Even the fairies that live in the forest near my house could not help me. Once my father has made up his mind, nothing can change it.
I was startled out of my moaning by a light tapping on my door. "Hermia, dear, we must go to the market now!" I heard the jolly voice of my father through my closed door.
"In a minute!" I yelled, getting out of my bed to put my makeup and corset on. I've kind of been crying, so my eyes were all red and puffy. After I made sure my corset was tight enough so I could barely breathe with a fluffy white dress over it, I opened the door and walked down the stairs only to have found the kitchen empty. I looked out the door and saw my father hitching the family horse onto the cart.
"Ah, there you are Hermia! Come on! We need to go to the market to get some more horse food," my father called across our huge lawn. I stared at my father and I remembered when we first moved in this home. My mother died when I was seven, so I kind of remembered her but not much. She died about a year after we bought this home from suffocation from her corset. Sometimes I wish she was still here because my best friend, Helena, isn't the understanding type.
"Yes Father," I picked up my ankle length dress up a little bit so I could walk. I made my way over to Father and he helped me into the cart. He climbed in the front and called the horse, and we were off. It took so long to get to the market that I fell asleep.