I already had this chapter writtan, actually all of them are, but I'm going to go ahead and post the first five chapters so I can be even with my other fanfiction stories!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Tuck Everlasting...

Chapter Two: A mother's Persistence

On that same summer's day, we see a cottage that was built on the edge of the wood, the Swan home. It was one of the first houses ever built in Forks, a fact that Mrs. Swan was very proud of. It had a touch-me-not appearance, thanks most in part to Mrs. Swan's direction of the servants. The yard was fenced in, but was spacious. That's where a young girl, Bella Swan, sat in the grass and fiddled with a blade of grass.

"Isabella?" A woman's shrill voice came from the house. "Isabella?" she called again.

Bella rolled his eyes. "Yes, mother?" She turned back to look at the toad sitting beside her. "I need a new name. One that's not all worn out from being called so much." She hated her full name. She preferred to be called Bella, but her mother insisted. The toad just looked at her blinking his eyes lazily.

"Come inside this instant. You're getting filthy!" Her mother called.

She rolled his eyes again, and then gave the toad a wistful glance before heading back into the house. Mrs. Swan had called her in to work on her piano lesson. Her grandmother was sitting in the parlor already. A servant came in and gave Bella's mother a small glass of water and a few pills on a tray. They were for her grandmother, Mrs. Swan's mother.

About two minutes into her song, she floundered on the notes. She never seemed to get that part right. I told her I was no good. She said to himself, but her mother insisted….

"Ouch!" Bella protested as her mother was tying a corset around her.

"We must suffer to be beautiful, so say the French." Mrs. Swan replied as she finished up.

"Well the French are crazy." Bella remarked as she went to inspect her gown for the party.

Later at that party, Bella and a few of the local boys were playing croquet while their mothers looked on. Bella suspected that this was all just a ruse to see if she would finally pick someone to marry. Mrs. Swan was so worried that her daughter wouldn't find someone that she would literally die if she didn't. She tried telling her mother that she just hadn't found that special someone, but she insisted….

For Isabella Swan one thing was true: the heat of summer was not nearly as stifling as the formality of his life.

With every passing day the feeling grew stronger. She was closer to the end of something and moving towards the beginning of something new.

Change was in the air. It was only a question of when.

Mrs. Swan insisted that Bella go with her into town. They got into their new automobile and Mrs. Swan told the servant to drive them to the bakery. She was planning another party for the next week. Bella tried to hide her annoyance.

They arrived into town, disrupting a baseball game that the local kids were playing in the middle of a dirt road.

"Look out!" One boy called out.

"Wait for me in the car. I won't be a minute." Mrs. Swan told Bella as she stared at the kids playing ball. How she wished to play with them. But her mother insisted on her wearing her finest clothes, she would stop at nothing! The driver opened the door for Mrs. Swan and offered her his hand.

"Throw it home! Throw it home!" another boy yelled as the game got intense.

The boy dived for home plate just as the short stop threw the ball to the catcher.

"What kind of a funny hat is that?" the boy asked Bella when he noticed her. Bella had to admit it; the hat was kind of ridiculous. It looked like a bee-keepers hat. Mrs. Swan said it was all the rage in Paris.

"Well, look'ee here!" The pitcher came over to the car throwing the baseball between his hands. "If it's not Miss Moneybags in her fancy car!" the other kids started laughing. Bella's face fell. "What's the matter? Don't want to get your feet dirty?"

Bella got a determined look on her face and climbed out of the car.

There was a chorus of "ooh"s as she grabbed a bat from one of the other players.

She approached the plate and nodded at the pitcher.

The pitcher threw the ball with amazing speed. The bat connected smoothly with a loud crack.

"No! Too large for tea cakes." Mrs. Swan said when the baker showed her some baked goods. "None of these will do!" She sighed. "I prefer petit fours."

"Well. I'm sorry, Mrs. Swan. Not much call for such treats out here." The baker told her. "I could just make them up for you, special." He offered.

"Bella Swan? You've got to be kidding!" Mrs. Swan heard the young girl's accusation from inside the store. She turned to smile at her charming daughter.

Mrs. Swan's fondness turned to outrage as she saw her daughter sliding for home. "ISABELLA!" she roared.

Uh-oh, I'm in trouble… Bella thought as she looked at her mother's stern face.

I loved this part in the movie, I thought it was an interesting parody to Twilight baseball too! What do you think about Renee? I know she's a bit strict but thats how Mrs. Foster is in the movie so it only makes sense!