Time period: 1917

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters I just get to make them do what I want to. I also do not own the song; it belongs to the awesome Sara Bareilles

My name is Bella, in my true form, but that's not the only name I answer to. In fact I answer to three but lets not go there just yet. Lets stick with the first one for now;

Isabella Swan PART ONE: ISABELLA SWAN

It all started when I was 15; my parents introduced me to Jacob Black. At the time he came off nice and so, I started to like him. When I told my mom about this she responded by saying that I should go out with him if he asks. I did. We went out for about two months when I found that I didn't, and probably never would, love him the way he loved me and wanted me to love him. So, I told him I wanted to brake up. He didn't take it too well, especially when I told him that my step-sister Lauren liked him the way he wanted me to. He actually slapped me and told me not to be absurd.

I don't really like my step-sister, Lauren, but my parents did so I pretended to for their sake. Though, if there's one thing I know about Lauren, its that she's completely in love with Jacob, thus causing her to hate me.

You know, I think my life officially started when I was on a bench in the park one day last year thinking about a song I had written just a few days ago, I had no idea I was singing aloud or that there was someone behind me listening.

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom
Man made up a story said that I should believe him
Go and tell your white knight that
he's handsome in hindsight
But I don't want the next best thing
So I sing I hold my head down and I
break these walls round me
Can't take no more of your fairytale love

Cause I don't care for your fairy tales
You're so worried bout the maiden though you know
She's only waiting on the next best thing
I don't care
I don't care
Worry bout the maiden though you know
She's only waiting spent the whole life
being graded on the sanctity of patience
and a dumb
Appreciation
But the story needs some mending and a better happy ending
Cause I don't want the next best thing
No no I don't want the next best thing

"Wow."

Startled, I turned and saw a pair of stunning green eyes, the type of green that belongs to the Masen family, A family that my parents hated.

That was the last thought that went through my mind as I became lost in a sea of emerald. I was dazzled. We stared at each other for who knows how long before I snapped out of it.

" Would you like to sit?", I questioned scooting to the end of the bench.

"Yes", he rep

lied as he sat down right next to me.

"You might want to scoot over; I don't want your parents to anger."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm Isabella Swan."

"Oh" and he slid to the other side facing away.

"That song was beautiful. It seemed there was a lot of emotion behind it, mind I ask why?"

"Thank you, my parents are forcing me to be courted by a man whom I, at first, liked but now loathe. He always said that we would be like a fairytale." Pretty soon I was telling him my whole life story. Then he told me his. One thing we had in common was that we both thought that our parents were wrong to despise each other.

Every so often I would glance at the entrance knowing Jacob would come for me soon. So, as I saw him trudging down the walkway, I grabbed my book and tried to look like I had been reading. Edward looked hurt.

"Jacob is on his way," I gave in explaination for my actions.

"Can I see you again?", he inquired.

"Tomorrow, same time. This is my daily routine."

"Thank you. I shall see you tomorrow then, Bella." With that he got up and started to jog down the path looking like he had never stopped.

"There you are Isabella, why can't you read in your room like other girls?"

Sooo...What do you think?

I hope it didn't suck too bad. Its my first fanfic, though not only my idea. My cousin jess, you might know her as crazyobsessedtwilightfan, are doing this story together on my user as you can see. (Her stories are great so go check them out if you get the chance.)

Anyway please review and pretty please with a cherry on top, no flames ... although, a little constuctive criticism never hurt anyone so, if you need an outlet try to be a nice as possible. PLEASE?!

-Lauralee