A/N Okay I haven't exactly written stories in a while and classes start in three days. So I am going to take a little longer to update than I did with previous stories. But they will be a lot better than if I just gave them to you hot off the press. Otherwise, enjoy!

Disclaimer: For a touch of culture, a mi no me pertenece Twilight y tampoco soy Stephenie Meyer :D

"Bella!" bellowed Charlie.

"Coming father!" I replied. I walked down the stairs, cursing the floor length dress my school had required as a school uniform. I always had balance problems and when I combined stairs and long fabric there were always guaranteed consequences.

"Well hurry dear! Jacob needs to get back to work!" I hurried my pace slightly hoping that I wouldn't exceed my limit yet I failed miserably and slid the remainder of the steps on my knees. I couldn't escape the scarlet blush that creeped up to my cheeks, knowing that Jacob was watching me.

He extended his hand and I hoisted myself up.

"Bella, when are you going to learn to walk?" he asked.

"Same day you successfully clean a room." I responded. This was about the fifth time he asked this question and my duty was to come up with a different smart-aleck response every time.

"Okay you got me there." he chuckled. I wasn't kidding. Wherever he went he left a path of trash, and when he tried to clean it up he would get "tired" and quit.

"Why'd you come over so early? School hasn't even started yet."

"Just wanted to know if you needed help and what our march numbers are."

"No to the first and not many to the second."

"That stinks. I really wanted to help. Who's going?"

"The pack, a couple of the ones that aren't afraid of getting fired, Angela, and me."

"Let me see if I can round up a few more brave souls."

"Thank you!" I checked the ancient clock and nearly gasped. "Jake I have to get to school so I can hang stuff up. I'll see you once I get home!" I started to run before Jacob caught my arm.

"Slow down before you kill yourself!"

"I'll try my best." I sighed. I kept a brisk walk on the mud road until I reached Angela's cottage. Mud road you ask? Let's just say it's not very practical to have a dirt road in a village with as much precipitation as ours. However the sun decided to peek from its nearly eternal cover of clouds.

I knocked in quick succession on the door and seconds later a head with light brown hair peeked out.

"Sorry Bella I'll be right out. Breakfast ran a little late." She slipped back inside and came out a minute later with a different pack than the one she used everyday.

"Are the posters in there?" I asked. Angela gave a small, yet excited, nod.

"Can I see?"

"Sure." She struggled to open the stuffed pack but she managed to extract a tightly rolled poster and hand it to me.

I untied the tight string and unrolled it. The poster was covered with pictures of Quileutes slaving away in the heat with the most melancholy faces you could imagine. It was most likely posed by the pack at Billy's but it was impossible to imagine them with faces this heart-breaking. They were happy to be together and Billy paid them for their work unlike most slave "owners".

I was so taken by the poster that I didn't notice a carriage speed right by us and didn't have enough time to do the instinctual jump to avoid being splattered by mud.

The insignia on the side looked very similar to the one on Lauren's but much more intricate and detailed. Lauren's insignia was the same as the one as the royal family's but it was a meaningless copy. This however was the real thing which gave Angela and me much more time to hang posters. The female population would be distracted by their precious prince while the males would try to restrain their girlfriends from their worst enemy. All in all the perfect distraction.

The screams following the carriage were deafening, although you had to admit it was hilarious to watch girls confess their love to a person who didn't give anyone a second thought.

We kept walking along the path worn down from the loggers, but instead of walking straight through the square like we always did, we took a route that was a lot longer and troublesome; there were alleys everywhere and you never knew what you would find.

We kept walking through and the sights started getting stranger and stranger. I had sworn I'd seen it all until I'd seen that person eating a live cat a year ago. It was disturbing and sick and I had nearly passed out of sheer disgust afterwards. That was the last time we used that route, yet here we were again. However, I'd rather have a pole shoved down my throat than have to listen to the prince's ways to "help" the kingdom and obsessed fan girl screams. We couldn't avoid it for long though, as we passed the part of our route that was closest to the square.

I caught glimpses of a girl around my age on the podium the prince was supposed to give his speech on. Her face showed excitement, but her eyes broke through her façade as they showed sorrow and pain. I couldn't help but feel curious and asked Angela; she did the research and I planned things in our little group.

"Why does that girl look so sad?" I asked.

"Her name is Alice. She's an orphan King Carlisle adopted while he was still alive. She started looking for her parents and found out who they were, but they had been recently burned at the stake for witchcraft. Now I guess she feels guilty for not looking for them earlier." she answered.

"I wonder if she's annoyed at a certain someone for dragging her along at this time."

"I don't think she is. She's probably trying to take her mind off it or find the village her parents lived in. Either way, you can tell she's doing it of her own free will. Otherwise she'd have run off by now." She did have a point. Alice looked otherwise excited as I saw through glimpses of the square through the alleys we went past. I made a mental note to try to find out what her thoughts about the kingdom were.

As I saw more of the square I realized that the prince was nowhere in sight. Had he finally decided to chicken out? I turned around. I had the feeling that I was being followed. That and the fact of the loud, running footsteps that were heard approaching us.

When I was turned backwards along with Angela we saw two faces. We knew both but had never seen one of them in person. And that said person was pointing a sword at my best friend's face. My jaw dropped in confusion. What had Jacob done?

After a couple of seconds of shock, Jacob's voice broke me from my trance.

"Bella, this might be a good time for you to tell him something."

"Well, what?! This isn't exactly the kind of circumstance I was hoping to talk to him to!" That seemed to do it. The prince dropped the sword in surprise and recoiled from Jacob as the pack emerged from the shadows of the dingy alley.

"Jacob? What did you do now?" I sighed. "I told you I didn't need help. You said you were going to find more people! What happened to that plan, huh?"

"We-well," he started. I was the only one that could make him stutter." This part of town is only place we haven't searched yet, but we have to keep hidden in case something exactly like this happens!"

The prince's jaw dropped.

"Go home Jake. Just go." I sighed, frustrated.

"What? Who? Why? What?" a velvet voice asked in confusion. I had nearly forgotten.

"Hi, I'm Bella. To put it frankly, I hate your uncle. He's a ruthless man that enslaves innocent people. I hate that he thinks that the Quileutes are superior to him and restricts them from doing some everyday activities." I tried to keep it simple, yet sarcastic, for him. Besides, I still have to give a speech about something nobody cares about in front of the whole student body.

"If you want to find out more, go to the debate at the academy. There are some perfect hiding spots behind the bushes on the west side. Now get back to the square. They're getting worried." He shook his head as if to shake his thoughts and headed back to the square. He was greeted by "Edward I love you!"s and "There he is"s.

Now I could only hope that he would go to the debate and see my point of view.

Well what do you think? I won't pelt you with "REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!" but constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I'll try to update at least three days apart to get the chapters written, looked over, and posted. Plus I can show them to Grace at school and she can help. I'll try to update soon!