CH.1 Chicago Septmeber 17th 1955

Bella POV

I stood at the train car. The separate lines to get one startled me. Colored or White which should Choose. I don't care. Im a mulatto my colored side I felt my grandmother pearls for guidance. Colored it is my lightly tanned shin would give me away.I felt safe there with colored people. They accepted and cherished while white would keep you out and call my father a Nigger lover. I sat next to a older lady that reminded me of my grandmother.

"How you baby girl? ain't you the cutest little thing I ever seen" She gushed over me while I blushed "just a cute piece of a little caramel I want to eat up"

"Thank you Miss. Is it alright if I sit with you I'm traveling alone and you're traveling alone so I thought we could take care of each other for a while?" Grandpa said that I could make a cat fetch if I gave them my accent plus baby voice.

"Baby girl don't be putting on no act sit your pretty self down and tell Miss Ella Mae about your self ya hear" I sat down and did what I was told.

"Thank you miss Ella your real nice and My name is Isabella Marie Swan but most people call me Bella Marie" I laid my head on her shoulder to her humming hymns. I was on my way to Chicago to live with my Pa I never meet and a city I ain't never seen.

Edward Pov:

"Come on Cullen I heard Mr. Swan that Police Chief got a daughter coming up here. I heard it was a big scandal he got a nigger pregnant and they had a kid. Now ain't nobody to take care of the little bastard she got to move up here Ha the little black Georgia peach" Me and Jasper cringed at Mike Newton use of that word.

"Listen Micheal that girl's probably got enough of problems without your big ole mouth adding' to it so if you don't want a knuckle sandwich shove that jive mess up your pie whole" Rose stood up and wagged her finger in Newton's face. It was a secret that Rosalie biological mother was a fair skinned colored women so she didn't tolerate back talk about coloreds or anyone for that matter.

"hey Ed, Jazz, come on Chief Swan's daughter is here and gee she a looker alright you got to come see" Emmett pummeled his way through our gang with his letterman jacket on "I'd show her a good time if I didn't have me Rosie over here"

I flipped up my collar and strolled my war down the street to take a look at the girl see if it wasn't a bunch o jazz floating out of Em mouth.