A/N: Okay, so this idea popped into my head after watching the movie. I know it's pretty old, but I like it. If I get enough responses, I might continue with the rest story. And to those who is reading my other story, 'Bella Montana' don't fret. I'm still continuing that. Chapters for this particular story will be short, seeing as I'm planning on writing it on third person, beginning with the first chapter.
Preface
My name is Isabella Marie Swan, but you can call me Bella. I despise the name Isabella, it sounds way too proper. I was born in India, and consider myself an Indian, much to my parent's chagrin. I liked it there. It was hot and colorful and fun. I don't mind the heat much, but I did mind the sunburn that I receive every time I spend a day outside. I envy the other children who can stay out all day and not get burnt.
I felt lonely in India. I never had many friends for they tease me for being colorless and pale. They say the sun hates me. My parents were always busy with their jobs, my father was a soldier and my mother liked to party. I don't blame her, Indian parties were colorful, with elephants and dancers and music. I wish I could go with her, but she never let me. Sometimes, I feel like my parents did not want me. Only my servant, my ayah, showed me how much she cared.
Together, we watched people having fun at the parties through my bedroom window. I was angry about not being able to attend, but I never cried. I didn't know how to…
A/N: Tell me if you like it, and maybe I'll continue it!
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