Hi! I know this is quite the turn from my usuall writing.. but I was oddly inspired by this.. I did my research and have really loved what I've come up with. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do! So for starters, this story is set in 1929 in Chicago. I know edward is still a new vampire around this time.. But I'd like to thin (in my mind) that he has control and is still amazing. So basically Isabella is living in Chicago... where she later meets edward. So basically twilight with a twist and an earlier setting. I hope you like itttt! (heart heart heart) Read and review, people xoxoxo
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Getting dressed is always such a tiring process in the morning. For me, it usually involves waking up at some un-godly hour to only spend that time in-front of a mirror only to have to change several hours later due to the smothering heat. But that's the struggled of an18 year-old girl around here. You dress up, look your best because who knows, the man of your dreams might be out there, ready to sweep you off your feet and marry you. But I'm not a typical girl. I don't like getting dressed up. I quite honestly hate it. I really have no interest in anyone…Actually, I should say, no one is interested in me. I'm clumsy, awkward and hardly considered beautiful. I have straight, dark brown hair that falls to my lower back. My eye brows are dark, straight, and plain – honestly, you'll find everything about me pretty plain.- I'm slender, I have no curves – which is really what is wanted in a woman's body now a days. But if I cared I'd be wearing one of those dreadful bustle pads. Thankfully, I really don't care about my appearance that much. So I don't wear one! – I have a rather small frame, actually, A heart shaped face, thin nose and a pointed chin. My lips are a little to full for my face, though, the top one just a bit larger than the bottom one... Oh, my eyes are brown - again not a pretty color like, green, or even blue - but brown, a light brown. They are lighter than my hair, but not by much. So all in all I'm average, very average… That's really the only word I know to describe myself. I supposed, really, that the only unique thing about me would be my skin color. I'm very pale. Not in a pretty way like those fair skinned blue-eyed girls you see. No, no, no. I'm pale as if I haven't seen the sun for ages… Funny thing is I love the sun… I'm outside quite frequently… But I never really tan, just turn that awful red color causing me to have to wear several layers of clothes to keep me shielded. Once again, bringing us back here… to me… getting ready to start my day. So, pulling on my chemise, I begin the laboring process to look presentable.