Wow, look at this, Isabella is updating. Oh em gee, right? What a first.
Ha, I'm soooo sorry I haven't gotten anything up for the last two weeks or whatever, it's like 10pm on Halloween night right now in Australia and even if we don't much celebrate it, I'm feeling festive.
Hope you like, and the super long wait for this chapter hasn't turned you off this story forever (:
Inspired by a song from my favourite band The Temper Trap, called Sweet Disposition…

She was in my head. All the time, her image caught in my brain like a bird in its cage. What was wrong with me? Was it even wrong for me to think such things? Father never condoned such improper thoughts, but he'd never actually talked with me about it. Was it a bad thing that I kept seeing those big, brown eyes? That long dark hair framing the beautiful porcelain face?

Isabella Swan, as I later found out, was the only daughter of the city's chief of police. No wonder they lived in such luxury, Chief Swan could foil any case handed to him. He was a hero, a man of high expectations. One thing was for sure, if heknew I was thinking about his daughter in this way… well, it wouldn't be the most pleasant scene.

I kicked back the covers on my small bed and rested my arms behind my head. If I dug deep enough, I could smell the perfume she'd had on the day before. I could remember that while her arm was weaved lightly through mine, every few minutes she would shift her hand lightly, allowing it to trail up my forearm a few inches and leave a burning fire trail in its wake. I shivered. What was she doing to me?

I needed to cool down. Clear my head. Standing up quickly from my bed, I roughly pulled the covers up to the pillow to make it a little presentable. Stepping then into my bathroom, I pulled off my clothes and stood in the shower. Turning the cold faucet up to the limit, I didn't bother with the hot to make it warmer; all I needed now was a bolt of cold to wake me up. As the freezing water fell from the shower head, down my shivering body and into the drain, I watched as the water that travelled down my arm reach my hands and eventually my fingers, trickling down each one and as if the water was coming from my own body. I sighed, might as well keep marvelling over trivial things to keep my mind off of her.

Slipping passed my mother downstairs after I'd gotten stepped from the shower and pulled some clean clothes on, I forfeited the breakfast she had waiting for me and exited the house with haste. Deciding that the old Ford would make too much noise, I grabbed my bicycle from around the side of the house and sat on its black leather seat. It was getting old; the handle bars were lopped sided, the grips wearing away, even the seat was tearing. Mama had been urging me to stop riding it for fear of it breaking down in the middle of the road but I just told her that it gave it character. I didn't need a fancy new one, the one I had was the one that held all the memories, all the experiences.

The city wasn't much more than an hour's ride and the university even less so. The brisk winds and the early sun was a sight to be seen as I rode through that Monday morning's scenery. There were no neighbours for miles around, beautiful big fir trees hung low across the roads keeping the heat from exhausting me. I was somewhat saddened when I did actually reach the city, now it was all a flurry of cars and women's long skirts, the men with their briefcases in two probably setting off to the bank or a large business somewhere.

I weaved my way through the throng of people, my bicycle in tow beside me. I stopped dead in my tracks out the front of the university, a stray flyer holding my attention enough for me to step close enough to read.

WE WANT YOU!

An old greying man was pointing towards me, his eyes piercing as they conveyed the desperate message. I'd almost forgotten the war raging on around us. World War 1 was closing in; countries were surrendering to the chaos. I sighed. Next year I'd be forced to enrol, the day of my eighteenth birthday and no later.
I would be trained for a week and shipped off to some unknown place to fight against god knows who until someone won, or lost. Mama hadn't been told yet, as far as she knew I still had another 3 years until my twenty-first. They'd brought down the age limit to eighteen just a week ago; I was surprised that the news hadn't found its way out to mama.

I tore my eyes from the form, making my way inside the building to get as far away from it as possible…

To be continued…

Sorry, I gotta sleep. More tomorrow afternoon.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Hope all you crazy Americans and English people have a great one, I'm determined to take a trip to America to see how you all celebrate it sometime soon.

xx, izzy.