This is a new story, which is totally fictional. This is totally made up. Some things in this story may not have happened in this time in real life. Some may have really happened at that time, but some may not have.
I don't own Twilight, but the OOC Characters I do, as well as this story.
Thanks to my beta hallee87.
Chapter 1 – A new beginning
Bella's pov
August 11, 1919
As I walked down the corridor of the Boston train Station, thoughts continually entered my mind, of what my life will be like, as I look for a sign that will led me to a train that will send me to Chicago.
Now that my life had been turned upside down, I was unsure of what to expect. After all, I was now to live with my Aunt and Uncle Mr. and Mrs. Scott. To me, they are complete strangers. Though, I guess it wasn't their fault neither my fault. My mother had told me once that Aunt Emma Scott was an example of how women are not to act. Aunt Emma liked to speak out rather than stay behind the saying, 'children should be seen and not heard'.
My mother has also said that Aunt Emma had refused to marry a young man that Grandma and Grandpa had wanted her to marry, for it would have been best for both families. After she had refused to marry the young man, Grandma and Grandpa, and my mother have disowned Aunt Emma as part of their family.
I had first learned of my Aunt Emma one day when I was eight years old and saw a picture she was in with the family. I had asked my mother who she was since I never seen her before. Mother told me she was her sister Emma.
"Then why I haven't I seen her or met her before?" I had asked.
My mother sighed. I could tell she didn't like having to tell me whatever it was she was about to say.
"Because, she isn't part of this family anymore." She said quickly.
"But why?"
"Because, she was not acting like a lady, she did not do as Grandpa had told her to do."
I left it at that.
The reason for my journey to Chicago to live with my Aunt Emma and her husband was due to my mother's untimely death. She suffered and died from the Spanish Influenza. It took a while to find any information on where Aunt Emma had settled but once I did, I quickly got a hold of her and asked to be allowed to come and stay with her.
After my mother had died, I had found some letters that was from my Aunt Emma. I have not yet decided to read them as I had just found them yesterday, the day before I was to be on the train. I found them in Mother's hidden draw in her desk that she often wrote letters to people. I have held on to the letters with me, determined to read them at some point. I have looked at them many times now since I had found them, but for some reason I haven't read them. I knew I would read them but every time I got close to opening one for the first time, to read them, a sudden feeling always got me to stop.
Once on board the train, I found an empty compartment to sit in. Once again, I looked at the unopened letters that were clutched in my left hand. I began to wonder why Mother had kept these letters if she had ''disowned'' her own sister. She never opened them either, which only made me more curious by the second. What was her reason? Had she hoped I would find them one day so that I could accept my Aunt as she truly was? Did Mother regret disowning her own sister?
I had found them hidden in her desk under the trick door towards the back of her secretary. I suppose perhaps one day I would understand as to why she had hidden those letters though unopened letters just the same.
I had always done as my Mother had told me, ever since I found that family picture with my Aunt in it. She had asked me to not ask about her again, and to do what she tells me, as it was for my own good.
I had been nervous when my Mother one day said Father was going to start looking for a husband for me. From what my Mother had told me in the past regarding what husbands do to their wives, it scared me. But I kept my fear to myself and remained quiet for my mother has always told me to stay quiet unless spoken to and to keep your fear away. To do as husband tells you.
Before my Father had gone off to the Great War, he had planned for the first young man that could have been my future husband but my Father never came home from the war. He died at war. Shortly after my Father had died, my mother had become ill with the Spanish influenza and not long after wise, had passed away shortly.
I looked out the window while my thoughts continued to spontaneously come up with new questions every few seconds. What kind of people were my Aunt and Uncle? Where did they live exactly? Outside of Chicago in the countryside perhaps or inside the city itself? Did I have any cousins that I was unaware of and if so, how old were they? Would I be accepted? Why would my Aunt take me in after all the pain my mother had put her through? Questions like these pondered my mind as if it was a plague. That is, until I was somebody spoke and slightly startled me from my incessant thoughts
"Oh, hi, mind if I sit here?"
I looked up and saw a young woman just about my age sit down. "Yes you may sit here."
She sat down beside me. "So, why are you off to Chicago?" she asked me.
"To stay with my aunt and uncles." I was slightly curious at how curious she was being herself.
"Oh. Sorry my name is Holly, Newstone. What's your name?"
"My name is Isabella Swan," I said, shaking her hand, "It's nice to meet you."
"You as well."
"Who are your Aunt and Uncle, if you don't mind me asking?"
"No, I don't mind at all," I said as I watched the others before looking back.
"They are Emma and James Scott."
"Oh they're nice people."
"Oh? Thanks."
When the train came to a stop, she got up and smiled. "Perhaps I will see you another time Isabella."
"Yes, perhaps another time."
"Yes, indeed," she said as, she got off the train.
I gathered my bags and found myself off the train before I knew it. Though before I could forsee the event, I tripped over air it had seemed. My knee was scratched only a little though I did hope no one had seen me lifting my skirts underneath my dress to check. I walked further on to where the passengers could really be greeted by the people of Chicago. Seeing as how I wasn't sure exactly what my Aunt and Uncle looked like, only having the young picture of my Aunt to go off on.
"Isabella?" I heard someone say.
I looked up to see a pretty woman looking at me. "Yes. Aunt Mrs. Scott?"
"Yes, that's me. Please, dear just Aunt Emma."
"Alright; Aunt Emma then."
"We should get your things and be on our way. Sorry my husband wasn't able to be here, due to being obtained at his office.
"That's alright." We started to head to her car with my things.
She took my bags and put them in her car and then started to drive to her place.
As I walked into the house, I was amazed what I saw. "Wow, your house is amazing."
"Thank you dear."
"You're welcome."
"Come, along dear, let us show you to your room," she said as she went up the stairs, and walked to a room that was very pretty.
"The room is so nice."
"This is your room dear. I will leave you to settle in and come get you when dinner is ready. "We are also expecting a few guests to dinner to welcome your arrival."
Thank you," I said though she really didn't need to have done that for me.
"You're welcome dear."
Perhaps she made her way downstairs, though I didn't know. I started to unpack the little things I did take from my Mother's house. Once I put all the clothes away I once again looked at the letters and placed them down in drawer of my night stand with them still in the sac I had put them in. Perhaps I would read them at another time.
"Mom?" I heard a man's voice coming from down stairs.
As I headed down the stairs to see whose voice I was hearing, I saw a man standing beside my Aunt.
"Oh, Rob, this is your cousin Isabella."
"Bella, please," I said when he shook my hand.
"Bella, I'm Rob."
"A pleasure to meet you Rob."
"likewise Bella."
He removed his hand and he turned to my Aunt, "When will dinner be?"
"Soon, Rob. We are having the Masen's over for dinner with us, to welcome Bella."
Rob nodded his head when he heard this.
I watched as Rob headed off to the library to read.
"It be fine dear, would you want help me with dinner?"
"Sure."
We walked to the kitchen and started on dinner. Once dinner was about done she told me to go and get ready for dinner with our guests. I headed up the stairs to my room and got ready for dinner.
The next time I headed down stairs I could hear music playing and wondering who was playing the nice music. I was shocked when I saw it was a very handsome young man playing and couldn't help but to wonder more while I watched him play.
I of course tripped over nothing but my feet and hit something that fell. I froze when he turned to see who had made that noise. Before I know it, he was at my side, grabbing my arms and pulling me up.
"Are you alright Miss?"
"Yes, thank you."
"It's not a problem. I'm sorry, I'm Edward Masen."
"It's a pleasure, Mr. Masen. I'm Isabella Swan."
"Well, Miss. Swan, the pleasure is mine." He said, as he took my hand, taking it to his lips kissing it, then letting go of my hand.
"Ah I see you both have met each other. Isabella, Edward dinner is ready." Aunt Emma said.
We headed to the dining room; Edward pulled my chair out for me, joining beside me.
"Isabella dear, this is Edward's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Edward, Elizabeth Masen." My Uncle said.
"It's a pleasure, Miss. Swan." Mr. and Mrs. Masen said.
"Likewise."
We started to eat and enjoy our dinner, we had talked about many subjects.
When it was just about time for the Masen's to head home, Edward turned to me.
"Miss Swan, how would it be if I gave you a tour on Friday?"
"Yes, I'd enjoy that, Mr. Masen."
"Well, till again Friday, Miss. Swan." He said.
I followed him to the door as him and his parents walked out the door.
Shortly after I headed up stairs and went to my room, got ready for bed, decided to open the first letter for the first time. Thankfully my Mother has saved every letter, even better Aunt Emma has dated each letter so It was easy to tell which order the letters where in. I set the letters in order since my Mother must have just put them in her hiding spot not caring where they fell in the order.
Once the letters where set by date's, I went to the first letter. Started to read the first letter for the first time. As I started to read, I at first felt, like I shouldn't be reading these, that I was intruding or something. But if Aunt Emma didn't want them to be read why write them to Mother? Why would Mother save them if she didn't want them to be read either?
As I got near the end of the first letter, I gave a gasp and just looked at the letter.
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