Disclaimer: The lovely with words Stephanie Meyers owns the original. I just play with the characters from her imagination.
Chapter 1: How it began
I was a shy and clumsy child, small and delicate. Always tripping over thin air, and if the wind blew in my direction, I would topple over like a bucket perched precariously on a step. The other children teased me mercilessly and were quite cruel. They teased because I would blush every time I was embarrassed, and, seeing as how I fell often, I was continuously embarrassed. My da did his best to discourage the taunting. My da was the sheriff of our small town of Dripping Springs, Texas. Charlie- my da- was an intimidating man, well built and firm. He allowed no nonsense in his town- or in his home. Try as he might, the torments continued.
Our day started as it usually did, up with the roosters crow. I dress quickly, a simple dress, with a bonnet. I make it to the kitchen before momma and start on breakfast- corn cakes, eggs, and some ham. With the war on, rations are put into place for every family. My momma hates the corn cakes, but my da says at least our bellies are full. "Mornin' da," I say as I set his plate in front of him. Da has already finished his coffee, one cup, because he doesn't like the taste of chickory. I laugh a little as da just shakes his head a little and mumbles out a nearly unrecognizable " mornin' Bells". His beard is a little scratchy as I whisper a kiss on his cheek. Giving another chuckle, I turn as momma comes in, already made up. She's a beautiful woman, my momma. Long white-blonde hair, curls always pinned in place. She has skin like a pale, smooth almond. The only resemblance I share with my momma is our figures, and our height. Even then, momma stands a good 5 inches taller than me. My da says I'll grow a little more, since I've not yet seen my 15th summer. After clearing away the dishes from breakfast, da leads me out to our carriage.
It's nothing fancy- just a clapboard and some nails. He gently tugs on the reins, and after a last kiss for momma, drives me down the dusty road to the school house. Da pats my back, kisses my head, and helps me down. I wave and walk over to my best friend, Alice. Alice has been my friend since before we could talk. She tried to put her foot down when I started being teased. Now, she just lets it happen, and sometimes she joins in. This was one of those mornings. " Daddy driving you in again? Your just a spoiled little brat". Soon, everyone is teasing me, and I blush, and the teasing gets worse. One boy, Jacob, reaches out to pull my bonnet off. That is unacceptable, as I am not betrothed to him. I grip the edges of my bonnet as tightly as I dare, and try to push past Jacob. I don't get very far, as Jacob has the ties of my my dress in one hand, and my arm in his other. If I pull away my dress will rip, and my wrist will be broken. He towers over me, and I can't move. I notice that nearly every one else has moved away from us. I look at them hoping they will help me get away. His grip on my arm tightens. That's a bruise. Suddenly Jacob looks up, and growls at someone I can not see. " Let the little gal go, right this moment fella, or you'll regret this day for a long, long, time." I look over my shoulder to where the voice of my savior is coming from. Hazel eyes meet mine, and darkness engulfs me.
Ah, so jasper makes his appearance! This is my first f.f. Story, so please, review!