Chapter 1- first sight

Chapter 1- first sight

I felt a raindrop on my head as I was walking home from finishing school. As I looked up at the sky it started pouring. I just stood there feeling the rain fall. I love the rain. It makes me feel calm and cozy. Many people connect rain to depression or sadness, but I disagree. The rain takes me to another world… where I'm loved and understood. I just want to stay there and not come back to a place that shuns me.

I stood there for a long time because who wanted to home… home… what is home? A home is a place where you feel safe and find shelter and love, but with me, it was as if I was not there, well, I was there but just a tool… an object that is to be grown and married into a rich family that had a high status. I'm supposed to be a good girl and be perfect. But I'm not like most girls. Most girls my age would have had a heart attack if they had a drop of water fall on them let alone get soaked in the rain. Speaking of heart attacks, I would love to see the look on my finishing mistress's face if she saw me right now… just standing in the rain.

My parents sent me to the finishing school down the road so I can become a woman. They don't like the fact that I like to speak opinions or the fact that I love reading and writing. I mean which guy would want a girl who used her brain… who spoke her mind or liked to learn or who was clumsy. Men want a graceful beautiful girl who would do all the house work and stay in the house. I was the complete opposite of that. I do cook and clean, but I hate being tied down and I wasn't all that graceful and elegant either. I want to be free from all rules and proper ways. My family has a different plan for me. They sent me to finishing school to make me like other girls, but they never really understood me. I'm not going to change (another quality they don't like: stubbornness). Well I should give them some credit… they knew if they sent me far away to attend school I would run away or just not go. They kept me close to them to keep an eye on me because they knew I had wings that they couldn't control.

You are probably wonder why not just run away? Two reasons: where would I go? I don't know anyone past the border of our town. But it's not like I couldn't support myself if I did, which brings me to the other reason, my grandmother. She's the only person who really understands me and cares about me. She knows me so well. She would tell me to read her stories from the book she secretly bought for me. I can't just leave her. I told her about my plan to runaway together. She just laughed and said, "I'm not going to leave my family… I've been in there too long and now I'm too old to runaway." So I stayed there just for her. Because of her I could survive this life.

I don't know how long I just stood there in the rain, but I finally decided to go "home". As I started walking back I heard the town clock ring… wow I must have been standing for a long time, it was already five. I was supposed to have been back by one. Not wanting to hear another lecture of "you are so un-lady like," I start running, but being clumsy, I slipped on a wet stone in the path way. I fell right on my bottom. "I know that's going to be a bruise in the morning." I mumbled to myself as I tried to get up. I tried, but only fell back down again.

"You need some help, miss?"

When I looked up, my light brown eyes met these deep green ones. I forgot where I was… what I was doing… who I was. My eyes were locked to his and he seemed to feel the connection to because he didn't try to break it, instead he kept looking into my eyes as if reading my soul. BOOM! Suddenly there was a clash of thunder, which broke the spell.

"I'm sorry… y-y-yes thank you," I stuttered back blushing as I handed him my hand with the effects of the spell still on me.

"Better be more careful, you don't want to break you head." He said as he pulled me up. I slipped again, but this time he caught me and pulled me up again. My face was two inches away from his. I looked into his eyes. He held the same intensity as before, but instead this time I could so some curiosity also.

"Hello, I'm Edward... Edward Masen."

"Isabella Swan, thank you again… that would have been a nasty fall."

"No problem… just make sure where you step because I may not be there to save you each time," he said while winking to me. "May I ask to where you were going in such a hurry?" he asked in a velvety voice.

"I was on my way home down the street," I replied.

"I was heading there myself. I'll accompany you," I noticed that he hadn't let go of my hand yet, but just as I noticed he must have also because he slowly let go of me.

"I don't recall seeing you around before, Mr. Masen," I asked trying to start a conversation.

"Please call me Edward. I just moved here with my parents from Chicago."

"Oh, do you have any siblings?"
"Only me, but sometimes I wish I had one."

"Me too, it would be nice to talk to someone that was around your age…. Well, that's my house. Would you like to come in, Edward?" he smiled as I said his name.

"I will some other time but it has gotten late and I must head home. Good bye, Miss Swan."

"Please call me Bella. It was nice to meet you. I hope to see you around. Good Bye, Edward."