Hello everyone! This is my first ever story here at FanFiction so I really hope I can get some positive/negative feedback! It's just a teaser to see if I should continue. Please, PLEASE give me your honest opinion, it's the only way I'll learn

It's Carlisle and Esme's meet cute from Esme's point of view. I'll just start with a short teaser.

Of course, I don't own anything Twilight related. Though I would like a Carlisle, please.

"Esme! Are you listening to me?" My father asked sternly, his voice cutting through my daydreaming.

"I'm sorry, Pa," I muttered, not in the least sorry. It was usually quite clear when I was being insolent, but since I had said all the right things, my father couldn't really punish me. He seemed to know this, as his eyes narrowed.

"I told you to go upstairs and change, the Evenson's will be here shortly," He said, ushering me off of the stool and up the stairs. When I entered my room, I saw someone, probably my mother, had put my new pale pink dress with the white ruffles on my bed. I suppressed a shudder as I fingered the little bows and the frilly bits with disgust. I'd so much rather wear my hardy everyday dresses in colors like mossy green or grey, absolutely no ruffles allowed, but my father insisted I wear proper lady colors when we have company. I blew upwards, my bangs fluttering, suddenly extremely annoyed. I was getting so sick of being told what to do, how to fold my hands in my lap, how to walk with a straight back, how to never speak unless spoken to. "If you want to be a proper lady, you will have to learn this, Esme," My mother's voice was clear in my head. But what if I didn't want to be a lady? I caught sight of the huge chestnut tree that grew directly in front of my window, its majestic branches reaching out like fingers towards me, beckoning me forward. I wicked smile colored my face as I considered it. It was a perfect way to show my rebellious side. I could suddenly see my fathers face in front of me, ruddy face screwed up in anger, vein throbbing at his temple as he lectured me on the ways of ladies. And that did it for me.

I had opened the window in no time, the flaking paint leaving bits of white on my palms. I stuck my head out of the window, heaving myself up on the windowsill. I was determined not to look down, because I knew if I did I would loose my nerve. I took a deep breath, and reached out a hand to grab the sturdy looking branch closest to me. Then, with no further ado, I jumped. To my great surprise and pleasure, I found I had rightly swung myself into the midst of the tree. Adrenaline pulsating through my veins cut off all reasonable thought in my head. One branch. Then another. A self-satisfied laugh escaped my lips as I climbed higher, not a bit of fear in my body.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a window banging open, followed by a feminine shriek of "Esme Anne Platt!"

I was so startled I completely lost my head. My foot slipped off the branch, and my shoe fell off towards the ground.

I tumbled after. All I saw was the different shades of green swirl past me, the wind whistling in my ears, my hair billowing behind me. And then, with a choked scream, I hit the solid ground.

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