A/N: Yeah, I'm redoing this story. I had the first chapter up, and I decided to start over... I'm kind of a perfectionist with my writing, I have to make it exactly how I want it. Someone said that my last story was kind of rushed, and that's what I thought too, but I couldn't fix it with that plot. So, I've came up with a better plot.

Please comment! It keeps me going!

Disclaimer: The only things I own are my original characters. Pirates of the Caribbean and it's characters belong to Disney and the actors that brought them to life.

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Chapter 1: An Attempt

Adele sat in her room at her vanity table, staring at the face looking back at her in the mirror. What she saw was what many people considered beautiful - thick yet delicate brown hair, green eyes that were brimming with emotion, and skin that had a mysterious pale tone. Adele was the only one who disagreed with those people who considered this 'pretty' or 'beautiful'.

She was a little chubby, not fat but barely in the skinny range. She had suffered a long depression, there was no denying that, you could see it in her eyes; the scars still lingered. But this girl had fought a hard and tiresome war with her depression, and after years she had finally won, and she was proud of that. She was especially proud of the fact that no one ever knew about it.

Adele had never had been fancied by any men, despite her family's money. She was rich, no doubt, but that didn't make her happy. She wanted to be loved, she longed for it in her heart, but none came from anyone other than her parents and close friends, of which she only had a few.

She and her parents came from France, when she was only four - fourteen years earlier. Her parents spoke enough English to get around, and Adele was fluent in both French and English, and she preferred to speak her mother tongue as much as she could.

Adele had a close bond with her mother, but not her father. Pierre Lambert, her father, was a bit harsh with his tongue and didn't think much for his family. He was an independent man.

Adele's mother, Helene, on the other hand, was calm and kind to everyone. The only thing Adele hated about them was the fact that they practically worshiped money and they were prejudiced against anyone who wasn't in high society - and refused to have connections with them. This was something Adele didn't understand, she accepted everyone, and felt as though you couldn't judge a person by their class or financial state.

She stared hard at the mirror before, as if she was trying to break it.

"I'm leaving... no changing my mind this time..." the girl mumbled to herself. She had had a feud with her parents the night before, something that happened quite often, and it was the last straw. She tried to run away once, but the plan backfired and she had come straight home. Needless to say, her parents didn't let her leave the house for a month.

Adele marched down the stairs and into the family room where her parents were. They both looked up as their only child walked towards them.

"Good morning, mother. Father."

"Good morning," they said in unison.

"I'm going to go shopping today, maybe pick out a new dress..." Adele told them, sounding completely truthful.

"Shopping?" Pierre repeated. He seemed like he was interested in this information, which worried Adele.

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"After last night, do you think you deserve to just do whatever you please, young lady?" He asked angrily.

"I think I'm old enough to decide what I do."

"Maybe if you were a boy-"

"Maybe if I was a boy!" Adele laughed. "I can handle myself as well as any boy my age. I think it's awful unfair that you think-"

"ENOUGH!" The man yelled, jumping out of his seat and walking over to his daughter. He stuck his finger two inches from her face while she just stared. "You do not have the privilege to be a smart ass with me! I don't think you're going to be going anywhere today."

Adele gritted her teeth, holding back her fury. She turned sharply on her heel and went up to her room.

"It's not over, I'll get out..." she whispered, slamming the door behind her.