AN/ Hi guys this is my very first authors note and fan fiction entry. I just want to ask you readers to have faith in me. The story will get better as time progresses. If there are any errors I apologize and will try my best to rectify them. In the first couple of chapters our 'Bella' will be known as Sameera. Further into the story she will be known to Edward as Bella. Please read and review! Thank you! Please don't be too harsh.
Chapter 1:
My name is Sameera Lily Callaghan, not exactly the kind of name you had in mind I'm quite sure. I can't really help it though; I am the product of an interracial marriage, Indian and Irish to be exact. My mother Jasmeet is Indian straight out of Gujarat actually and my dad Shaun is the Irishman who drinks way too much whiskey and has a mouth that even sailors would shy away from. I'm quite shocked that my little sister hasn't started parroting him yet. I am the eldest of 3 children. There is Saafia who is 3, my brother Cameron who is 15 and me who turn 19 next week.
Oh the joy! Hope you could detect the sarcasm. It's not that I'm nervous about the outside world or anything in fact it quite the contrary. I'm thrilled to finally be going off to university I can't wait to become the strong independent woman I know I am supposed to be. I couldn't ever picture myself being the stereotypical Indian wife who stays at home tends to the children and is at her husband's beck and call 24/7. No, that could never be me, I'm a free spirit not some caged bird. Unfortunately that's where the problem comes in; in my head what I believe makes perfect sense and is the next step for me logically is the root of my problems. My granny believes I should be getting married; yes you read correctly, at 19 she wants me to get married and start a family! I mean I haven't even started living yet, I still want to do so many things see so many things. My life is only beginning and she wants to end it. I don't want to get married now, hell I don't know if I ever want to get married. At the mere age of 19 my life lacks so much experience and adventure. Before I make a commitment that big I'd like to see the world, kiss some random stranger just because the moment felt right, I want to dance in the rain in some foreign country and get nursed back to health by my scolding mother because of my immature behavior. I want to experience that cheesy mushy stuff that crumby romance novels are made of, where the girls' leg pops when she kisses her prince charming. I know, I know it all sounds so cliché but can you blame me? I just want to be loved by a guy who knows me, the whole me and still accepts me flaws and all. Not some package deal sent to sweep me off my feet with lines that charmed my granny. Aagh! Could my life get any more frustrating? I honestly doubt it.