I had never fully understood why my father had chosen to make some decisions for me, I never understood why he didn't enjoy seeing me smile. Seeing me in love. Seeing me with someone who loved me. Or even seeing me around someone other than myself. It would have been something that I would have had to decide, never seeing my father or never seeing him. But no my father made it for me, he had chosen to move me away, somewhere far away. Even though now I might never understand why he did it. I never might understand what he was thinking.
This is what had happened. I had fallen in love with someone in the royal family, someone who was wonderful to me. My father disliked the family from something that happened long before I was born, that I known for a long time. I didn't think that my fathers dislike would have also been something that he wanted me to do as well. I didn't see anything wrong with them, I thought in a way they were normal like me. I also didn't think that who I chose would make such a problem with him.
Oh, yes I forgot. My name is Isabella Marie Swan but I prefer Bella, my father is Charlie Swan. I would consider myself high in class, since I was a dukes daughter. I lived among the kings, queens, princes, princesses, dukes, and everyone else in high class. I was considered royalty by most. I would have maids help me with everything. I lived in a house that was a castle, it was grand and beautiful. there were also gardens, and streams, and everything went for miles and it seemed like something out of a dream.
Then once my father saw my love for the prince he forced me away. Moving me from my wonderful home in Forks to this dreary little farm town. Forks was everything to me, castles, my home. Now I live among the peasants and farmers in a land far from where I was. I have to help him with the land, animals, and everything I never had to do.
This was never how I wanted it to be, but nothing was going right. My heart was gone with the man I loved, and my father thought I should have loved someone who would be better, I knew it was because of his hatred for the princes family. I wished my prince would come rescue me on a white horse like they did in so many fairytales. My story was no fairytale. I didn't have an evil step-mother, or a villian. I loved my father but I wish he could forget the past and talk it out.
This is my story.
