"Isabella, now is not the time to sightsee, we have a ship to catch." My mother yelled, grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the huge ship, Titanic. After staying in England for 10 years, we were heading back to America. We were inspected; our items were being carried by our butler, John, which was not a lot, at least, not from me. I brought one medium-sized suitcase; mother brought three large suitcases, and that was just for carry on, her other 20 bags, including my four bags, were going in the cargo hold. We were traveling in second-class, and most of the bags we have were for our friends that we paid to come aboard with us. We paid for two other families to come aboard with us, my friend Angela Weber and her brother and mother, and also for John and his wife. Both second-class.

"Look how big the ship is." Angela cheered as we walked on to the docking board.

"It's big, but what is so special about it? It's a new boat; nothing important has happened on it." I shrugged, not amused with the commotion about it. When we booked the tickets, all over the news you saw was about this one ship. Recently built, 882 ft. 6 in length, 175 ft. in height, the most luxurious ship of our time, such waste. I never understood what was so important about the Titanic, but as long as it carried me to America safely, I was grateful.

When we got on the ship we were immediately greeted by the crew members; women in maid outfits running around with towels and sheets, or men who were wearing tuxedos and slick back hair. With much dismay I said goodbye to Angela, promising her right after I finished packing we would go on deck.

"What a charming place." Mother complimented as we entered our room. It was designed with a Victorian style; the walls were a dark greenish-blue and on the ceiling hung a small chandelier. We had a small sort of living room that had a small coffee table and two green sofas to match the walls as two doors connected to each end. I opened one to show a room with a queen-sized bed with white sheets. On the side was a dresser, a small closet and a makeup table with a medium-sized mirror and chair. "Isn't it beautiful Isabella?" Mother asked as she began unpacking her makeup, jewelry boxes, and even began hanging some pictures up on the empty walls. "Fit for a queen."

I wanted to tell laugh and tell her that if her so-called "friends" heard her say that about a second-class cabin, but I held my tongue. We weren't like the other ladies who are living up in first-class, which is why the Swan family was always gossiped about. My father was a multi-millionaire who owned a railroad business. He met my mother when she was a passenger on one of his railroads. She was not brought up of riches or being proper, but they fell in love anyways and were married shortly, having me just a year later. But then my father was diagnosed with leukemia just ten years ago and died four years ago, when I was 11. He left the business to his friend and partner, Billy Black, and left my mother all of his money. Most people disagreed, even saying that was all she was after. They also said she was going to waste the money, but she didn't. My mother was smart, and had Billy on her side. She continued working as a seamstress and used the money for my schooling and charity. We still have our millions, for mother paid for this trip with her money saved up from her job as well as to pay for Angela and her family and John and his wife. When I asked her why she didn't use the money to get us all first-class, she replied "That money is not to be thrown away just to satisfy any need. For anything in this world, you must work for it, after that, good things will happen." My mother's a generous woman, something first-class ladies cannot seem to do. "Oh, I almost forgot, I am supposed to be meeting with Miss MayWeather in a few, do you care to join us?" I smiled and shook her head. Miss MaryWeather was the only one of my mother's friends I like. She was funny, unlady-like, and wasn't afraid to do what she pleased, no matter what people said about her. She kissed my forehead and walked out. As she did, I went exploring.

EDWARD'S POV

"Ah, first class, I love it." Rosalie sighed with content as she laid down on the sofa. I rolled my eyes and continued unpacking. We were just lucky to book the only room that had four rooms all together; thank Alice and her ability to see the room before it even went on sale. We were headed back to America, our homeland. We simply moved to England for new scenery. I wonder how America changed in the last 30 years, sure I read the papers about it, but I still wonder.

"Edward, are you done packing? We want to go exploring around the deck, and don't worry about the hat, the sun will be gone for a few hours." Alice said, barging into my room.

"I'll go if you stop coming in and knock first." She always did that; it was annoying me.

She shrugged. "Why, it's not like you have some girl here." She closed it before I could jump up and tackle her. She just had to bring that up again. Yes, I do not have a girlfriend, unlike my family who each has someone. Carlisle and Esme, Alice and Jasper, Emmett and Rose, and then me, the loner as Emmett likes to call me.

"Come on Edward, if you don't like our jokes, fix it." Rosalie smirked; I glared.

"Now now, settle down, leave Edward alone." Esme said. "Let's all take a stroll on deck while the sun is not out." We all nodded and followed Carlisle and Esme out to the deck. It has been just 30 minutes since we set sail; many were looking off the deck at the sea, others were walking around your playing. We were on the first-class deck, so everyone was being proper, even the kids were playing with a sort of manner. Through their heads was the fact they had to maintain their manners as their parents looked at them. The girls were gossiping, strolling with their butlers, when they saw my family their thoughts went towards us.

"Who are they? The blonde girl is gorgeous; best keep my husband away from her."

"The buff guy seems scary, but very handsome, it looks as if he is with the blonde, and the brown hair girl is with the blonde boy."

"The one with red hair seems single; I wouldn't mind having him as a husband." I scoffed as I listened to that thought. I turned to see a few men and woman talking with Carlisle and Esme and the others scattered so I was left alone. I wandered until I hit the deck that peered over the lower deck, where the third-class members were playing, not worrying about being proper as the children ran around screaming as the adults were laughing at random jokes and I even saw a few guys arm wrestling. It looked more fun down there then up here. And they were all perfectly fine, happy. I watched an old couple staring off the deck, smiling as they looked at each other, all through their head was the love for the other person, why could I not have that?

"Angela, stop." I heard a voice laugh. I turned and that's when I saw her. A girl, with long, wavy Mahogany hair and dark brown eyes; it went with her pale, smooth skin. She could have been mistaken for a vampire. She was beautiful, for a human. I looked at her clothes to see her wearing a blue, silk, long-sleeved dress with a flowery design in the front. In her hair was a blue sapphire flower pin. It was obvious she was at least a second, maybe first, class passenger, so why was she down there? Another girl with short black hair, obviously in third-class, ran up to her and the two began screaming as a boy, no more then 13, came running up and chased them across the deck. I found out through the black haired girl's thoughts that her name was Angela and they were playing tag with her brother, Jeffery, and her friend, Isabella, or Bella; such a beautiful name. I looked at Isabella, wanting to get an inside of her thoughts, but nothing, there was nothing but darkness. How could this be? I didn't know how long I was staring at Bella until she stopped and looked up at me. We stayed looking at each other for a minute until she smiled, bowed her head, and began running, showing it was her turn to be the tagger.

"Having fun staring." Alice said from behind, making me jump, causing her to laugh. "Woah, calm down." I nodded but looked at her suspiciously with her big smile and in her thoughts she was singing the birthday song. "What are you hiding?"

She shrugged with a tight grin. "You'll find out later, now come on. Esme wants us to get ready for dinner." I looked back, disappointed as I could not see Bella anymore.