This is basically a background for my character, Adriana, who is a POC. This story is meant to be really diverse, instead of the usual white person being casted as the main character. Not that there's anything against that. I just want stories to include all races, ethnicities, genders, and sexualities. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, but please don't be nasty. Oh and by the way, I don't own Twilight, only my OC, Adriana. If I did, vampires wouldn't sparkle (they would probably sun burn and peel).


You know those days where you're just pissed at the world and all its inhabitants? I, unfortunately was suffering from one of those. These damn crutches weren't exactly helping either. My daughter was crying because one of my dozen dogs mowed her five year old body down. My family decided to move to a small and sad town in Washington. You see, we are all from the golden state, California. The southern part to be specific. We lived in gorgeous Huntington Beach. I guess you can sense my sadness that it would now be even harder to see my friends when I'm on leave. To add to my stress, my parents were now nagging me that it was my time to quit and get a normal job. What is my "abnormal" job? Well I'm one of those idiots who chose to enlist in the military. I was only 17 when I graduated high school with flying colors. I had scholarships to pursue any dream I wanted to, but I always knew, ever since I was a kid, that I wanted to be a soldier. So I joined the Air Force and became a pararescuer, basically 911 for injured soldiers and civilians whose injuries are caused by war means. I've been in service for nine years by now, and was a gunnery sergeant, hence my nickname, Gunny, amongst others such as Tiny. I guess it was fitting considering my 5'4" stature. But I was not tiny. I wasn't at all petite. I had curves and muscles that I was proud of.

"It's alright my little Moonie. I'm sure Honey didn't mean it. You know that she's dumber than the others." I cooed at her, attempting to calm her down. Honey is my red- nosed pit bull and she's gorgeous, but was the runt. She's clearly not the smartest one of the bunch. However, the dumb comment made her giggle gleefully.

"There we go. الآن تأتي تعطي ماما عناق" I basically just asked for her to give me a hug. My best friend, who is Muslim, taught me basic Arabic (that's all she knew) and helped me become fluent. But why am I speaking to my daughter in that tongue? Well I adopted her from the region that I am stationed in- Kandahar Province, Afghanistan. Her genius brother who was a decade older went to school in England. He payed for the expenses for her care because their parents are dead from disease. When her brother came to visit her and was in a car, the vehicle came across an IED, improvised exploding device. My team was sent to save the boy but he died in the helicopter. I can still remember his words,

"Save my sister." His dying words stuck me when he handed me a picture of her then two year old self. I eventually tracked her down to an orphanage and adopted her. It took some time for all the paperwork and the fact that I was in the military but I told them that when I was gone, my parents would care for her. Turns out my daughter is pretty smart too. She was fluent in both Arabic and English. And she was my little angel. Even in this gloomy state.