disclaimer.:. I do not own Twilight or the saga for that matter. I do in fact wish I owned Edward Cullen or Leonardo DiCaprio.
warning.:. Some people don't like stories where everyone is all human and there are no vampires. Well, this is one of those stories. So, for you people, stop reading or give it a chance. Hey, who knows? You just might like it. You never know until you try it.
I might be a rich girl, but I hate being one. I'm engaged to a man that I don't love, I just don't show it. Jacob Black.
He's a nasty man who isn't nice to anyone except rich ones. Nobody likes him, except my mother that is. It's just because he's rich and all my family's money is gone into oblivion. He doesn't seem to happy when I talk to other men without him there. He's an American and I'm a British girl.
Today we're getting on a ship called Titanic. It's one of the largest ships out there. I'm not nervous that is. It's just spending all this time with Jacob isn't one of my favorite pass times. He doesn't pay attention to me unless I'm being talked to by him or anyone else. I'm a woman, that means I'm lower than him, I guess. He's an obnoxious man, and I know that he doesn't love me. He just acts like it, because he's an old family friend. Who I happen to be marrying.
I sit here watching my maids pack my bags, since I gave up on trying to get them to let me help. It is my clothing.
"Madame, are you sure you don't want to bring this dress?" Clara, one of my maids, held up a yellow dress that I wasn't fond of at all.
"I'm sure. I've never liked that wretched dress. I think you should have it, Clara. You deserve something from me, since you won't let me give you a hand with all of this." I told her.
"No, madame, I couldn't do that." She looked down at the dress, adoringly.
"I insist. Maybe, you'll find you're one true love while I'm away. You have to promise you will write to me when you do find him. A lucky man he will be." I got out of the chair I was sitting in and walked over to her. "Take it."
Clara looked down at the dress again. "Thank you, Isabella."
I laughed. "What have I told you?"
"Oh, right. Bella." She corrected herself.
"You know you should try it on. I bet it will look gorgeous on you." I played with a stray strand of my dark brown hair.
"Let me fix that for you." Another maid of mine, Elizabeth, came up behind me.
"Oh, no. I can do it."
Elizabeth shook her head at me disapprovingly. She took my shoulders in her small hands, and led me over to where my vanity mirror was. Everything in my room was so elegant and so expensive. I would never mention this to my mother, but I spend plenty of my time in the maids corridor. Clara and Elizabeth have become my only friends since finishing school.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so plain for a rich girl, or at least that's what I thought. My long dark chocolate hair matched my eyes. The pale skin didn't do much for me seeing that I lived in a somewhat sunny place.
Clara was still packing my things while Elizabeth brushed through my hair with one of the many hairbrushes stashed away in my drawers. I kept reminding myself that this was their job and if I refused, they would feel offended. Even if they were my friends.
"Where is my lovely fiancée?" Jacob walked in my room. I had to mentally remind myself not to roll my eyes. "Are you ready to go? We still have to make the ship. It will not wait for us, dear."
"Everything is almost packed, sir. Just a few more dresses and she'll be ready to go." Clara answered him. "I have to go find Jack. He will need to get these bags down to the car."
"Bags?" I asked astonished that I had more than one bag packed.
"Yes, madame. You are not coming back here. You'll be in America." Elizabeth answered my question this time.
"Oh." I turned towards Jacob, trying not to mess up what Lizzy was doing with my hair. "I'll be down in a moment."
He nodded, and walked away.
"I can't believe I have to marry him. He's so unbelievably fake." I mumbled mostly to myself, but I heard Lizzy snicker behind me.
"I think he'll make a wonderful husband, Bella. Don't worry, you'll be happy in no time." She curled one of my curls around her finger.
I sighed. "I hope you're right."
...
Titanic was huge. Bigger than any ship I had seen in my eighteen years. Everything about it was new and exquisite. Elegant was another word to describe it.
There were so many people boarding it that it was hard to maneuver through the crowds. Even more people were surrounding the ship just to get a glimpse at it before it left port. It was amazing how so many people were in awe of this boat.
"Come, love, we need to board." Jacob whispered in my ear, grabbing a side of my waist.
He pulled me through the crowds to the man checking tickets. We had to cross a platform to get onto the boat. I couldn't help, but look down and get a gut feeling that something good was going to happen soon.
I remembered what Elizabeth had said: you'll be happy in no time.
Those words kept going through my head as I heard one of the officers yelling at two boys. I only caught a glimpse of one of them who was entering below me on a lower platform. They were entering the lower classes cabins. The boy that I saw had light blond hair.
"Come, dear. Don't dawdle, it isn't lady like." My mother guided me onto the ship. She looked annoyed of me.
"Don't dawdle." I mocked her under my breath. I knew that it was rude and very not like me, but I couldn't help it.
"Coming, Mother." I answered her instead.
The boat was very large and bright. It was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen.
...
Dinner came and went. We were all sitting at the table along with Mrs. Brown⎯a woman who is richer than anyone in the world. Peter Andrews, the man who designed the boat and made all of this come true. Alex Graves, the publicist for the boat. And lastly, the countess and her husband. Everyone was talking about some oil dig in Alaska.
"Excuse me." I slid my chair out from underneath the table, setting my napkin down on the table.
"Isabella!" Jacob called after me, but I didn't turn around.
I walked out of the double glass doors that lead out onto the deck. I was standing on the second story deck looking down at the multiple first level decks. There was a man sitting down, drawing on a piece of paper. He had bronze colored hair.
I looked away before I was caught by someone. It was never proper to stare at someone, especially a man. Then, I started getting a weird feeling; someone was watching me. Quickly, I glanced at the lower deck where I saw the bronze haired boy looking up at me with an awed expression.
Don't let a bug fly in your mouth. I thought to myself. I let out a little laugh, but tried to cover it up.
"Isabella, what are you doing out here?" Jacob walked up behind me. He wrapped a protective arm around my waist.
For some reason, I felt angered by this gesture. Usually, I just felt annoyed, but I never felt angered by it. Does it have something to do that the bronze haired boy is watching me right now?
"I was getting some fresh air. I started to get a little light headed in there." I replied, never being a good liar.
"Shall we go back inside?" Jacob gestured with his other hand to walk back into the large dining area.
Mother was standing up⎯waiting for us, I suppose⎯she never was the one to have patience. Father used to keep her intact until he passed away from pneumonia.
"Where did you go, Isabella Marie Swan?" My mother hissed into my ear with a fake smile plastered on her face.
"Don't worry, mother. You'll give yourself a nose bleed." I replied back, not as harshly as she had.
"I'm going back to my room." She announced to everyone.
"I shall follow behind in a few minutes." I told her, meaningfully.
"You should stay with Jacob. Mingle." Mother dismissed anymore discussion about that.
Everyone was starting to get on my nerves on this dumb ship. They were all being imbeciles that didn't know anything better than what they had plastered in their brains from finishing school. I wasn't like them. I had dreams.
"I'm going to bed, darling." I told Jacob, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"Okay, I'm going to have a little brandy and a cigar with the men." He told me, kissing me on the forehead.
I nodded in understanding, thanking everyone that he wasn't coming back so soon.
I walked back to the room at a slow pace, watching where I walked in the long red dress of mine. Mother insisted on me wearing this for our first night on the ship, she said that it would make a good impression on everyone else.
I hated that dress. It was horrid.
That night I went to sleep on the hard bed of the first class cabin, which was the size of my bedroom at home. The rocking of the ship really helped soothe me to sleep though. Jacob slid into bed at about midnight.
The next day changed my life.
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The next chapter will be more exciting. Don't worry. This is where Edward will meet Ms. Isabella Swan.