The characters in this story belong to Stephenie Meyer.

I know this has been done before but I wanted to try my hand at this.

Chapter I

Tomorrow I was going to go live with Charlie. I was going to Forks the most rainiest town in the US. I hated Forks. Either way I wasn't going there because I had to but because I wanted to. I wanted my mother to be happy and if that meant I had to go to Forks then I'd do it gladly.

There was a knock on my door and my mom peeked in.

"Hey honey. I made you some tea." She said with a raised eyebrow. Showing that she wasn't so sure if the tea was okay. I was glad she stuck to tea because it was the only thing she could actually do in the kitchen.

"Thanks mom." I said and took the cup from her.

"Actually someone left this for you on the doorstep. Looks like a book." She handed me something that looked like a book wrapped in brown paper.

There was no send or return address only my name. Whoever wanted me to have it must have brought it in person.

Weird. Weird since I didn't really have any friends who bought me presents.

"Thank you, mom." I said. I wanted to open it alone. I didn't know why but something told me this was something personal.

I could see my mothers curiosity but she just nodded and left closing the door quietly behind her.

I unwrapped the small package and out came a leather notebook. I opened it and read. "Diary of Edward Anthony Masen 1917" in the most beautiful scrawl I had ever seen.

Who would send me a diary of 1917?

I started to read...

Edward. His thoughts were so pure. He was like no one I would ever meet in this time. His concern for his mother or his fathers business. His pride in following in his fathers footsteps. Becoming a lawyer. And most of all the thoughts about the girls of his time.

He was tired of the balls his parents took him to. They wanted him to find a bride but he didn't feel anything for any of them thinking that they only liked him because of his looks or money and family name.

While his mother wanted him to find real love like herself and her husband, Edward Senior wanted him to find a girl he could build a family with and make him proud. He liked the daughter of one of his business partners.

Melody. She was one of the most presumptuous girls he had ever met. She was concentrated on her looks only and talked nonstop about other peoples business.

What he hated the most was that she called him Eddie. Not only because she made it appear as if she knew him for years even though she knew nothing about him but also because it made him seem like a child.

Reading about this Melody made me jealous. I didn't understand my feelings. It wasn't as if Edward was mine or as if I could have him nearly a hundred years later.

I closed the diary and put it on my nightstand closing my eyes to see concerned green eyes starring at me. I groaned. My head hurt as if I hit it with a baseball bat which I knew because that actually happened during PE once.

I tried to sit up but the room spun.

"You should stay down. You fainted in front of my home. I think the heat got to you. It has been really hot this summer. What's your name?"

"My name? Where am I?" I asked confused.

"Oh, sorry dear you must feel awful. Waking up in a strange place. I'm Elizabeth. Elizabeth Masen. And you're in my house in Chicago."

My eyes must have bugged out of my sockets. This couldn't be right. I must be dreaming.

"Your name dear?" She asked again with raised eyebrows.

"Um, Bella. I mean Isabella. Isabella Swan. But I prefer Bella." I blushed as I sat up. I didn't know how they were with introductions in this time or even nicknames.

"Well Bella is there someone I could get for you?" She asked. "I could get my son Edward to get your mother or maid?"

"Actually I'm alone here. I'm from Washington. My parents died last week in an accident and I was hoping to find my aunt here in Chicago but I found out that she and her husband moved from here when they found that the spanish influenza was closing in. nobody knows where they went and I have no way of finding them."

I don't know where that story came from and how the lie went so good from my lips but I was grateful for it since I couldn't tell her the truth without being committed to an asylum.

She looked appalled at my story. "Oh honey. Don't worry. You're staying here. There is no way I am letting you go alone into the streets. You can freshen up a bit. Dinner is going to be ready in a few minutes. Then I'll introduce you to the family."

Her reaction to me took me by surprise. She was so motherly. Just like the diary said. She was one of the nicest persons I had ever met. And since my mother was always more of the child in our relationship tears welled up in my eyes.

"Oh, honey." She said as she saw the tears in my eyes. "Don't worry. You're safe here. Everything will be fine."

She hugged me close to her and then smiles at me before turning to the door and leaving.

I took a deep breath before getting off the bed and going to the mirror in the corner of the room.

I had to do a double take. When I looked into the mirror I could have sworn there was someone else.

The girl in the mirror had an intricate hairdo with a long braid at the side and wore a beautiful blue dress with a beautiful stonework at the bosom. She stood very straight and looked like a real lady. I guess the stature came from the corset I could feel underneath the dress.

Hm... I thought corsets were supposed to be uncomfortable but apparently the fact that I already had a thin figure made them as comfortable as they could be. The plus was that it pushed up my chest a little which complemented me. It was probably my appearance that made my story believable in the first place. Who would think a young lady would tell such a lie?

I straightened the dress out a little and walked out the door and down the stairs.