This is my first fanfiction so please be pleasant. It is written is first person, which means for those of you whom may need to know, that the fiction is told from my perspective, or more correctly, my characters perspective.

But foremost, a little about me. I am currently completing a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in English Literature. I am doing very well so far and I have completed my first semester with an A.

My favourite authors include but are not limited to, Ann Rice, Stephenie Meyer, and (author of fifty shades).

My penultimate goal is to be a bestselling writer. I write predominately romance, I prefer the realism of the genre, as compared with the unnecessary violence of other genres.

I am a firm believer that the unnecessary violence of many of these genres is the reason for the steady increase in murders, sexual crimes, assaults and other such crimes. It is simply unnecessary and this topic will form the basis of my final thesis.

But ultimately writing is simply about enjoyment and communication of ideas and thoughts, so let us bid adieu and begin the reading and sharing of my first published fanfiction. Perhaps you will even learn something.

So it begins:

I awake from my nightly slumber. Morning light greets me though the open window of my quaint and lonely bedroom. I sit up in my bed and stretch gently. I cover a morning yawn with my slender hand. A little songbird greets me with a lovely tune. It is truly a grand morning.

I lift my legs from beneath my floral print covers and place them, one by one, onto the cream colored carpet. I curl my toes a few times. I then stand and rise. My milk-white hand holds my silky blonde hair. I turn around so I may make my bed. I gently straighten the white sheets so they lie flat. Then I tuck the duvet over the sheets and fluff my pillows. My quaint bed is at last made.

I then direct my attention to my clothing. I open my white closet door and examine my available attire. I have my generous wardrobe ordered carefully by season, fashion and color. I cannot stand those who allow their belongings to become untidy. It is highly unprofessional. I chose a white singlet with a lovely floral print across the bodice. I match it with a cream jacket and nude pumps. I accessorize with a large bead necklace and floral print clutch. I lay my selection neatly upon the smooth bed while I attend to my hair.

I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. My hair is simply unmanageable. I comb it gently while humming a sweet tune. Soon it belies like silky satin against my silk nightdress. Contented, I then remove my nightdress of pale lilac silk and proceed to adorn myself with my chosen attire. I observe my reflection in the curves of the oval mirror. I am contented with my appearance.

I then proceed out my door, but soon return to pick up my clutch which I left beside the oval mirror. I walk through the white hall of my house to the front door. I open the gold colored doorknob.

A dashing Latin man smiles charmingly at me. His smile is scintillating and I blush at his smile. He reaches a tan and muscular hand to grasp mine gently. He bows and kisses my pale hand gently with his luscious lips. "You look ravishing my darling." Altair says with a charming smile.

My mouth quirks into a smile. "Thank you dearest."

"Are you yet ready to leave my love?" Altair asked.

"Indeed, let us be away." "I hope the weather will stay this pleasant."

"It surely will my darling." Altair replied with a sweet smile.

We walked the garden park together, hand in hand, ready to spend the morning together.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed my work, I certainly did. Please review, I look forward to your kind thoughts.