Hold Me In Your Arms

Hey, what's up? Well, this is my first story for The Notebook. It's the sweetest movie, I think. Anyway, without further ado, I give you…my story. Please, review!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything The Notebook. Nicholas Sparks does.

Chapter One

My family has been know for their great love stories. All of us. From my great-great grandparents, Allie and Noah, to my mom and dad. Even my older brother, Alvin, has just gotten married to the love of his life, Kristine. The wedding, for me, was bittersweet. My big brother would be moving away. I would hardly see him anymore. I was happy for Alvin, don't get me wrong. I'm just cynical about love. That one thing right there, makes me stick out like a soar thumb in my family. They all believe in fairytale romances, while me, I think it's all a crock. I've been proven wrong constantly. But still, I hold steadfast in my belief. Okay, so maybe love comes and knocks all my relatives on their asses, but not me. It never will. I don't need some handsome man to come and sweep me off of my feet. I'm quite fine on my own.

I've never had much confidence in myself. Even though, I've been told I look the spitting image of my Great Grandma, Allie. And she was beautiful. I'm not, so how in the world could I look like her? I've also never felt like I was good at anything. While my brother was a star athlete in high school, I was a geeky bookworm that did nothing but write. I still write today, at age twenty-two. It's the only thing that keeps me sane, sometimes. My life has been chaotic as of late. We just found out that my dad has a heart condition. The same one Great Grandpa Noah died from. Though, everyone says he chose to go at the time he did. That was the only way that man would die. If it was by his choosing. He had survived countless heart attacks to stay by his wife, after all. And they did pass on at the same time. But, still, I worried about daddy.

I put down my pen and looked into the mirror hanging on my den wall. I looked tired, I had to admit. My wavy golden-auburn hair was pulled back into a loose bun and my bright blue eyes had shadows smudged under them. Blond hair was a trademark in my line. My father's side of the family, the one's blood related to Noah and Allie, had it. While I got the red in my hair from my mother. I was from the best of both worlds, my father would always joke. My petite, 5'5 frame, felt drained. If I wanted to do a decent job on my next book, I'd better go to sleep.

That was another thing people told me I had inherited from my great-great grandparents. Noah's writing talents. Why didn't they ever tell Alvin something like that? That he had their ears or nose or something? He looked too much like my mother's side, that was why. Oh, well. I would just have to think of myself as lucky. Allie and Noah were famous around these parts. Who wouldn't be honored to be like them? Maybe I should move. Far away. Where no one knew of my family history, or of my great-great-grandparents on my daddy's side.

That was a bit repetitive in some places, I think. What about you? It'll pick up though, don't worry. This is only chapter one.

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-Samara