Just A Wish♥ [CS]

One | It's Who I Am

Who says that racism isn’t still part of our society? Racism and separation of two different colors and cultures are still very active in what we call “Modern Times” Though you must be saying, who may I give such an awful opinion on how the world works today? This is my story of how society looked at me and how society looked at him for what our so called “inter caste love story drama.” People taunted us and disrespected how we looked at each other even our parents trashed us and threaten to disown us but we ignored them and decided to start a life as one.

“Samar! Sam! Sam!” My best friend called as I stood in line at a meet and greet for the one and only Cody Simpson. No one really called me Samar anymore, after I begged the hundreds of friends, family, teachers, neighbors, doctors etc…. Though how rude of me not to introduce myself, I am 16 year old Samar but I’d like to be called Sam, I just moved from New York City to Los Angles with my best friend and her mom. I am a huge Cody Simpson fan and would do anything to get him to notice me though there is only one thing stopping me, it’s my secret. Well, it’s not really a secret but I like to keep it as one, I am the daughter of two happily married Indian parents. When I say Indian parents I don’t mean the Native American kind, I mean the kind from the country called India on the continent of Asia. Please don’t get me wrong! I love being an Indian and I am proud of where my parents are from and where my ancestors once roamed though there are a couple of things that drive me insane! You might want to take a breather because this one is going to be a long list of things that make an Indian girl insane: 1. I have to be always on top of my school work, when I say this I mean that if I slack off for just a quick minute and my mom saw it happen she would threaten to kick my ass. 2. I always have to either be in sight or be in contact with my parents at all times, if I go to the grocery store just to pick up a carton of milk and this grocery store is just 3 blocks away from my house that would mean 3 times the phone calls from one person and ONLY one person. My mother. 3.If I would just go to hang out with my friends at the park, I would have to drag my sister along just to assure my parents that I am not going out to the park to have sex or do drugs with my secret rebel boyfriend WHICH I DON’T HAVE! 4. I am not allowed to have any deep contact with a male whether he has been a family friend for 10 years or just my neighbor, once again apparently contact with a male would lead to exchanging phone numbers, then to calling/texting each other 24/7, then to meeting and ignoring family plans and then to a point where you would hear my dad say “Samar you have brought great shame to our family name and I have to tell you get the fuck out of my house.” 5. I am not allowed to wear any revealing clothing like a tank top or a bikini to the beach, HOLD UP! Is what you’re probably saying ey? Yes you heard me right ladies and gentlemen I am not allowed to wear a tank top or a bikini without my parents’ approval or their presence just because in their eyes it doesn’t look classy or “it’s not what we Indians do.”

Maybe I am trashing too much but it’s the truth and the truth hurts. Let me take you back to the moment so we can get this story along, my best friend Sasha is the closest thing to my freedom because my parents trust her and she is a very nice child to them but I know who she really is and she knows who I really am. I live in 2 worlds and I promise you I am not an alien if that’s what you think, you can think of me as Hannah Montana living the best of both worlds but in one world I am a normal, typical Indian good girl but in the other world I am a crazy, wild, American teenage badass. Though I am careful not to let one world mix with another, the only person who knows about both worlds is Sasha and the people who I am going to mention further in this story. To my parents I am a mix, a mix is when you are a normal, typical Indian good girl but at the same time you have mood swings like your PMSing and when your parents yell and throw things around the house you come back to being that normal, boring, socially awkward child still growing into adulthood. Gosh, I make my parents sound like douches but they are really aren’t! They have been adapting to the American society and now know what it is like to be me. They take the time to listen to what I have to say and what goes on in my life. My dad is much more understanding then my mom, I feel like when I have family problems that he is always there with useful advice and if I have questions or if my mom is irritating me again that he is there to make things right, I sometimes think about how things would be if he wasn’t my dad or he wasn’t present in my life.

 After consulting with my parents for hours arguing with them, laying down facts and making phone calls they let me go to my first concert by myself with my best friend. They knew I was into Cody Simpson but they always thought of it as a little crush when it turned to be something bigger. I had finally made enough money working as a part time fashion designer with one of my aunts and might I say I was becoming a little too popular with my work, people were calling my aunt and requesting me to make their gowns and their dresses instead of the main person who is my aunt. I am a 15 year girl who is making more money and is getting more calls for designing clothing for celebrities than her aunt. People saw my work when Sasha had worn it to one of celebrity parties after the Teen Choice Awards, Sasha is a famous singer, she became famous after she got found on YouTube just like Cody and the other day she told me that she was working with Cody in the studio and that’s how we scored tickets to meet him backstage and watch him in the front row. I had to believe her because for one I knew she wouldn’t lie to me and two she knew if she lied to me about Cody she would defiantly not have enough air to sing at her next concert. I have often been to her concerts around the country and gone on tour with her because my parents know her mom who is a single parent. When we would stop at the hotels we would leave our rooms at 12:30 in the morning to go and chill at teen clubs that are in the city we had researched on the bus and to my surprise we haven’t been caught yet. So now I promise I’ll stop with the background stuff and go straight to the moment.

The line moved ahead with girls screaming, crying, sweating and fainting along the way, Sasha had been calling my name for a while but I didn’t move because then I would lose my place on the line. I waited and kept texting her:

Sasha: Get off the line!

Sam: Why?

Sasha: I can’t tell you.

Sam: Then I am not getting off this line.

Sasha: Fuck yeah you are!

Sam: No I am not.

Sasha: I am coming to get you.

Sam: I am going to punch you; this is my chance to meet him and YOU AINT RUINING IT!

I felt someone pull my arm and bring me out of the line, I was caught off guard while I was texting. “Dude, what is your problem?!” I yelled at Sasha.

“1. Watch your attitude and don’t yell at me. 2. You need to come with me NOW!” Sasha spoke with a high pitch voice. So I know what that means, either someone recognized her because of the nonstop yelling and texting she’s done or she saw a hot guy. I let her drag me around the Jones Beach Theater where they were selling tons of Cody Simpson merchandise, Sasha bought me a t-shirt, a sweater, a necklace and a bracelet, this is really weird why is she doing this? Something fishy is going on and I need to find out what this is. The meet and greet was over and now it was time for the concert, great! So I don’t get to meet Cody is all I thought but I decided to let it go and watch the show. The crowd roared well the crowd screamed but it sounded like roaring, “Here is a 16 year old pop sensation who has stolen the hearts of many CODY SIMPSON!” the over voice spoke which caused the girls to scream louder. Just like the loud, crazy person I am I screamed for Cody because you know what they say YOLO. There Cody came out looking like James Bond with his black suit, and his sunglasses on his face and BOY! Was he looking amazing! He started out with his old songs and worked his way up to the newer ones, it was a blast singing along and screaming “I LOVE YOU CODY ROBERT SIMPSON!” Cody often looked in my direction and I fangirled by jumping and hitting Sasha, and every time I did that she mumbled something that I ignored. The concert was coming nearly to the end and I was losing my voice when Cody decided to stop in the middle of a transition between songs and speak to us, I couldn’t hear what he was saying because someone who looked my age, was blonde, and beautiful had just tapped my shoulder and requesting me to come with her though I was a little startled because I couldn’t see her face well in the dark, Sasha told me to go and when I said ”I don’t know” pushed me causing the female to grab my hand and pull me towards a place that at the time I didn’t know where it was. We walked up a flight of stairs to enter a backstage area, confused as I was; I just decided to go along with what the female was telling me, as we came into an area of light I recognized with stutters “Y-y-y-you a-r-r-re A-ali Simp-son”

“Yes Sam I am.”