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I know I said that they lived on the outskirts of London but as Lemon-of-the-tent has pointed out, that is not a good place for a respectable family. So they still have moved from London but they moved to Barnard Gate.

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(EPOV)

I stretched out widely with a loud yawn earning myself a nice punch from the side as my sister, Alice, turned over in her sleep grumbling from the other mattress on the dusty floor in the old cabin. I chuckled as I gave one last stretch in the darkness. Only a few birds were up as I leaned for the wooden wall to hoist me up.

It was my job to get the fishing nets this morning from the lake. I quickly and quietly slid down the ladder, careful not to wake mum and dad as I grabbed a piece of bread, stuffing it into my mouth and hopped to get my shoes on and tuck in my floppy white shirt.

The morning air was cold and heavy with water, but refreshing nonetheless as I took in the surrounding tall trees that hardly moved, no disturbances in the early morning air.

I quickly made my long walk through the forest to the lake and began my job, working fairly quickly to get all the nets out of the water to suffocate the few fish we caught. Once I had gotten all the nets out, dawn was breaking as the sun began to ascend into the sky. I decided to take a nap before I walked back the good distance to the cabin, enough time for the fish to stop flopping around.

I chose a spot behind the bushes to allow me shade from the sun. My eyes closed as I rested on my back with my hands playing the role of a pillow.

"Wooo!!" I heard a beautiful voice in my dreams sing out like a bird. My lips twitched in a smile as dreamt the odd dream. There was a loud ruckus as leaves and dirt were kicked around. I turned on my side away from the noise to get some more sleep.

After five more minutes there was another rustling sound, like heavy layers of clothing. Unwillingly I opened my eyes to see what the noise was. From below the bush I could see the dainty feet of someone, Alice? The feet were suddenly covered with a heavy drop of layers upon layers of a light expensive looking green material.

My eyes widened as I finally realized someone was undressing in the middle of the woods! I backed away from the bush about to stand up and shout for the woman to stop when I heard a beautiful grumble, which stopped me in my exposing.

I was frozen at a crouch as I found a peephole through the bush. She was gorgeous! She had long brown windswept hair and a curvy body and tiny waist that she was struggling to let out as she fumbled with the complicated bow of her corset. I couldn't take my eyes off her, though I knew that is was unimaginably rude to watch someone undress—especially a woman. I knew all of this, but I still couldn't look away from her gorgeous body.

Who was she? And why was she in the middle of the woods undressing herself?

From what I saw of her dress, she looked like she had a large sum of money, and wasn't it improper for a girl of her social status—whatever it was, to be out here all by herself? Especially to be in the woods…alone…and practically naked.

There was a long sweep of her hand and the corset fell to the ground in an improper manner, I gulped from the sight as my slacks became tight.

She turned around laughing and gasping freely. I could only see her profile now but I could tell she had fair skin and dainty features. I was unable to study her more because she was soon speeding her way towards the lake and taking a large leap into the cold water.

I stood up all the way watching as her little body became immersed with the waves she created. My mouth opened in an uncouth manner. She surfaced with a gasp of hair as she shook out her long mane of succulent brown hair. I stumbled forward into the bush, too mesmerized to focus on what I was doing.

Her head whipped around.

(BPOV)

I gasped out loud at the sight of the man—boy—guy? Standing behind the bushes; how long had he been there? I immediately went to cover my chest which would probably be see-through with the white fabric, even though the water and the distance probably obstructed his view.

He stayed glued to the spot as we both stared at eachother, both too far away to get any real details. Why was he just standing there?

As if he'd read my thoguhts his body whipped around and started retreating back into the forest.

I stayed in the 'safety' of the lake for a while longer. I'd heard stories like this mostly from my mother or sister trying to scare me away from strangers and going out alone. I didn't feel too threatened, but I was basically naked and if that man was near when I got out…

Finally my legs began to cramp from the strain, so I made my way to the shore. My whole body felt pruned and the sun was past its highest peak. I threw on my cloths as soon as I got out, not caring how tight my corset was or how my soaked body seeped through the expensive layers of fabric.

My fast passed walk back to the house was all in a daze as I remembered the far away distant body of the boy—man I couldn't decide. I could just barely make out his copper hair and fair skin and tall body. I shook my head, bad thoughts, sinful.

When I finally got to the edge of the forest I slipped back into our property and ran to the front door but as I hopped onto the front steps I could hear voices talking near the door as the handle turned.

Before I could even position myself to leave, the door was flung open as Jacob stepped out. His eyes ran wide at the site of me, which was no doubt atrocious.

"Jacob? Why have you stopped?" Said a cold crisp voice from behind him. I looked at him with pleading eyes while holding up my finger motioning him to be quiet.

"O-uh, sorry mother," he stalled as I gave him a thankful smile and started around the back, prepared to look for a different route in. Just before I escaped around the corner I heard him whisper to me, "This is freshening up?" I hid a snort as I sprinted away. I finally came across the apple tree which had a perfectly sturdy branch that led into a window; unfortunately it would mean I needed to climb.

I had never been much of a climber, but nevertheless I hiked up my dress and jumped for a branch, barley grasping it.

I smiled slightly as I managed to swing my feet to the next branch, my corset more of a burden than it had ever been.

Soon I was able to stand up on a branch as I scooted myself around the trunk. I scurried up one more level of branches before I could reach for the window.

Finally I had my whole half of my body in as I rolled all the way with an ungraceful thud. My feet were still propped up on the windowsill when I heard footsteps hurrying down the hall.

My father entered my upside down vision. His hands were holding papers and his glasses were crooked on his nose, like he'd been in a hurry; guess I was louder than I thought.. I gave a weak smile as he asked bemused, "Did you just climb in through the window?!" His wide eyes traveled to me then to the window.

"Huh? Oh no," I snorted then quickly covered my nose, "I mean don't be silly." I gave an unusual laugh, not that he'd notice it wasn't my own.

He just stared down at me as if trying to convince himself that there was a very appropriate reason to be hanging upside down from a window. Luckily his attention was averted as a shrill squeal sounded in the halls as my mother came running with a letter in her hands, waving it around as if it where gold. "She's coming! She's coming and she's bringing a man!"

My father pursed his lips. "Who? Who?!" My father asked even more perplexed, this was a bad day for him. I rolled my eyes at the upturned view of him for not knowing, it was quite obvious.

Mother answered him anyways as if nothing was wrong with his dull brain, "Rosalie! Our baby Rosalie is coming home with a man!" It wasn't a big surprise—the man part, I mean—she always had men trailing her, but the fact that she'd actually found someone worthy enough to take home was something.

"Wow!" I called out finally, unfortunately getting the eyes back on me, whoops.

My mother looked down shocked and asked incredulously, "What are you doing on the floor?"

-

This was going to be a hectic weak. My mother was obsessed at getting ever nook and cranny in the stupid house cleaned, if only she knew there were so many more nooks and cranny's than she knew.

Two days after falling through that mysterious tunnel, I went again. Some may call that stupid, but after the worst tea party filled with the most pointless gossip I'd ever heard in my life, it was the closest I could get to my suicidal.

I was actually starting to enjoy it, the thrilling darkness with the sliding and the heavy air pushing at your face. It always led me to the same place, by the daisy's , which my mother was internally perplexed to why they kept getting flattened; I'd become more sneaky about my escapes so she wouldn't catch me.

I had figured out later that there was a screen where the hole was so that it would swing back to place after I'd push through, very clever.

I kept running through the woods and to the same spot by the lake, telling myself it was just because I loved the view so much, but somewhere deep inside me, the sinful part, knew it was to get another glimpse at that man, I'd finally decided he could be considered a man.

I'd only been successful twice, and it was never by the lake, it would always be when I wandered in a different directions. Every time I caught that quick glimpse of him, it only secured my theory, he was beautiful. Maybe he was my guardian angel, not very good at hiding, I thought childishly.

It was the last day before Rosalie and her mystery man, so I liked to call him, showed up. Mother was even more hectic, even father was now hiding in his office refusing to come out saying he had important business to take care of.

As I walked back up the hallway from my late breakfast I ran into mother. "Oh darling Isabella!" she called out in a frantic tone. I creased my eyebrows and braced myself for whatever she needed me for, "would you be a doll and run to the market and buy some chocolates? I know how much Rosalie enjoys them and—"

"—by myself?" I quickly cut in; surprised she would allow that, though she wasn't exactly in her right state of mind at the moment.

"Well if you'd rather have me send someone with you—"

"—oh, no! I'll go!"

She smiled relieved as she handed me the money, "perfect!" And she was off again, scurrying down the corridor to find something else to fret about, chocolates? I shook my head and smiled to myself as I made my way out to the front.

I could walk, the town was less than a mile away, and the carriage driver I think was still sleeping anyways so I wouldn't bother him.

My feet crunched down on the rough gravel in a persistent beat, making my eyes droop in a hypnotized haze. "Ow!" I grumbled as I ran into a low branch that I had been too hypnotized to see.

There was a quiet giggled from the woods as I looked around wide eyed for who would possibly be out here alone? Well, besides me, I had a complicated situation, weird mother, crazy house... I continued my search until the mysterious person didn't want to be kept a mystery and popped out behind a tree a little wyas in front of me. This was a strange town.

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