June 20th 1914

My birthday has finally rejoiced around the entire year. I'm turning 13, finally able to do things on my own freewill. My parents have been very protected, since "I'm their only child" and worried I'll be going something to do with crimes that I might commit. But what am I going to do anyway? Steal a bank? Well if I piped down a cigarette or drink a glass of whiskey, that might be possible, but I never touched a drug in my life, and vowed myself I wouldn't. Well, this is my very first time ever-writing personal anything like this down since I'm always talking to people about my life, but never this personal. Where to start?

I was born this very like a normal birth a mother usually has on June 20th 190 in the morning of England. My parents were blessed with my survival since it's impossible to survive these days with babies being born and that sort with infectious diseases. Here's what the truth about me is: I never forget one little detail so everything I write is stoned on my grave, but that'll take too long so I'll just go with the important stuff. I started walking when I was six months and three days old and started talking eight months and ten days old. When I was five, I had a fear of water. Embarrassing as that sound, I hated getting clean. Dirt in my age was my paradise to heaven, leading me to the golden road to the gates of heaven. That fear continued until I was seven.

When I was eight, that's when I met my best friend Jack Williams, the smoothest and most talented man I ever met. I always wanted to be like him, since he was so light on his feet and the way he talked to girls. I was so modest, so shy to even be around them. All of the girls stared at me all the time while Jack tries to get their attention but fails.

When Jack and I were ten, we would always play with his small but heavy ball to practice our throwing. I love baseball; it's my only thing I do at daytime while at night I would sleep when I was eleven. Before we knew how to play baseball, we would play catch with ball, as entertainment. I would have to thank Alexander Cartwright or else baseball would never be invented.

I was in my house, eating my waffle with maple syrup on a Saturday morning at 10:30 in the kitchen with my mum wearing her favorite apron making my father and I breakfast. My father was reading the newspaper with his smart looking glasses and his work outfit. I was wearing my baseball shirt that has grass stains all over it since I'm outfielder in baseball. Jack and I are going to practice our throwing, even though we've been doing this for three years. Jack is only a month older than I am so I look up to him as an older brother, even though no one has ever notice the difference. Jack's father is in prison while his mom is really insane. My parents call him "son" sometimes when he comes over.

Jack entered into our house like he always does since my parents told him never to knock. He came in with his dark brown short hair and brown eyes like a prince with his baseball shirt and cap. He had his mitt that was signed by our friend and now famous pitcher Jonathan Parker, the best pitcher ever. Jack wants to be a pitcher like Jonathan and he practices everywhere he goes, even in his house. Jonathan taught us how to play baseball and Jack and I agreed that we would never forget that.

"Greetings Masens. Are you ready to go Eddie?" He smiled at me with excitement. Today was the most challenging game ever since we are playing 15 and 16 year olds. The teams are Jack, Andy, Reilly, Thomas, James, Johnny, Greg, Tony, Louis and I while we are against the most bullying guys we've ever met. The leader of the gang is Hunter Frilly, the toughest, smooth talking bastard I've ever met. He's even better than Jack. He hated me the most out of everyone since I challenged him at baseball and I lost but during the whole game, I kept threatening him since I was so anxious to win.

Our players we have on our team are spectacular players, perfect for any team. Andy Wilson is the best catcher/batter we ever had. Jack and he worked out their signals, which makes us win the majority of the games we had. Reilly Anderson is our first base and he's really good at throwing. I wouldn't say he's best at catching but he's fast with the ball. Thomas or "Tommy" Lewis is our second base and he's a natural. He's Jack and my friend that we go to our favorite place, "The Ice cream parlor" that's a block away. James and Johnny Smith are identical twins that fight all the time. They both take turns on third base while the other goes to the outfield with me. James was probably a better player than Johnny since Johnny always curved his throws too much while James is an average player. Greg and Tony Pavilion are brothers but Tony is 11 while Greg is 13 like everyone else and I so Tony is our youngest player. Louis Henry is our umpire, the one that recalls on any moves since he read the rules very thirty times. He's bright for a little kid since he's12.

"Yes, I'm ready, bye mum, bye dad." I waved but they looked like they were going to protest.

"Edward, finish your waffle before you go." My mum ordered with a stern voice.

"But the game in ten minutes," I protested, "I can't be late to the biggest game ever." I can not miss history.

"Oh Lassie, let your son go." My father teased. He would call her "Lassie" when he wants to make fun of her. She despised that name but it usually makes me laugh.

She sighed, "Oh alright, go and good luck."

"Thanks mum! Bye!" Jack and I ran to the front door, running as fast as we can. The filed was about two blocks away from my house but I didn't want to miss anything. Jack and I ran at the same speed with the heat sitting on us with the fresh sun.

"This is going to be a victory game today." He commented, while we were still running, "Lets just hope we don't loose this time."

"We need an idea so that we're impossible to beat." I pointed out. He nodded while we were still running down the street and onto a dirt road, leading us to the filed shorter. We were finally there with our team waiting for us. Jack and I were the captains for our team since we were both inspired to play baseball before anyone else. Jack and I were on the sweet smell of fresh grass with the tan dirt and the bases with we all made before we started playing. Everyone was wearing their cap except me since I don't really like hats.

"Finally Masen and Jack arrived," Andy commented. Andy always called me "Masen" while everyone else called me "Eddie". "Lets practice, get in your positions!" Everyone cheered, running around. Andy usually goes first up to bat while Jack was pitching and I would be catcher. I had my mitt out ready to catch with Jack giving me signals. I placed a two while he nodded. He pitched a curved ball, which made Andy miss and I caught it.

"Strike one." I announced, throwing the ball back to Jack. Everyone was laughing at Andy who made him pissed. I gave him a one but he shook his head. Then I signaled three and he nodded. He pitched me the ball but Andy hits it almost out of the ballpark but it was a foot away. No one caught it so Andy ran so he can have a home run. Johnny and James were fighting so only Greg and Tony were after it. Tommy held his hand out so he can catch it while I was anxious to see if Andy was going to make it. Tony was running with the ball as fast as he can. Throwing it to James but he wasn't paying attention. Instead, it hit James at the forehead, making him fall backwards. We all laughed hysterically, especially Andy as he jumps on home base.

Then Hunter and his gang approaching silenced us all. Hunter had long rusty color hair with the most crooked teeth I've ever seen. His team was worst than he is. One of them was too muscular for baseball and the others were way too thin. But then there was a girl with them. A girl that had beautiful curly copper color hair was walking down shyly with no intention why she's watching our game with her rose color dress that looked like a play dress. She had a beautiful hat resting on her head with a ribbon tied around it while the ladies wear fashionably. Her smile was unforgettable the way her smile was presented. Her dimples were beautiful on her face with nothing but clear face. I don't know why but I couldn't stop staring at her for ten seconds. My heart was beating too hard and it was impossible to concentrate. What is wrong with me?

"Eddie! Are you okay?" Jack shouted while James threw a baseball at my back.

"Ouch! I'm okay." I answered, aching in pain with my back bruised. They can be so observant sometimes. Hunter was walking towards me with his horrible scent of his personal high gene killing the background around his. I wanted to cover my nose but then it would look too obvious.

"Ah the smell of victory in my hands since this will be the game I'll never forget. I brought my gal Aileana to the game so she can see your team fall on our mercy if that's okay with you. If you faltered, we automatically win." Hunter grinned, "Do you falter, Masen?"

"Why would I falter on my own game?" I retorted, "Now lets play so we can get this battle over with."

He smirked walking to the home base with his wooden bat while his team was behind the pitchers mound with a chained fence that very protective. I ran towards outfield so I can be prepared. Jack pitched the ball to hunter, which made him hit it. It was a high ball and it was at my direction. Perfect! I held my glove out so I can catch it. I held the ball landed quickly in my hand and grabbed it with my all my strength.

"Hunter is out!" Louis recalled while our team was hopping up and down full of joy. I threw the ball to Jack with pride as I grinned. Hunter rolled his eyes, walking away from the home plate, walking towards the girl. The girl shrugged, giving him a sympathy smile. Man she was an amazing girl or woman.

Half an hour later, the score was 5 to 1 with us leading. I guess we might win this victory after all. Hunter was up to bat snarling at me. I had my mitt prepared to catch it as Jack pitched Hunter the ball. He hits the ball as usually with a distant one. I need to catch this or else we might not win. I ran as fast as I can towards it with all of my energy. When the ball was close to the ground, I leaped in the air, hopping to catch it. But I landed on the ground to quickly that the ball was still falling. I reached out of my hand when I landed and I closed my eyes since I didn't want to look. When I opened my eyes, the ball was magically in my hands.

"I caught it!" I yelled while my team was cheering. Hunter groaned, frustrated while my team ran to me, picking me up, kept chanting, "Eddie!" as loud as they can. Hunter and his team walked away angry.

"You'll pay Masen!" he threatened but I ignored him as usual. Then I saw Aileana smiling at me, clapping. I gave her friendly smile that made her blush. That amused me. My team finally put me down so I could stand up properly.

"Lets celebrate at the Ice Cream parlor!" Jack suggested, "Ice cream is on me!" everyone ran with Jack while I stood there, hoping that Aileana wouldn't be here all by herself.

"Aren't coming?" I asked her. That's the first words I've ever said to her.

She shrugged, "If I'm allowed." She had the most beautiful voice that didn't even sound British.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused with her response.

"Well my team didn't win," she explained, "so I wasn't invited to your celebration."

"Well now you are, would you like to come to the Ice Cream parlor with me?" I smiled while she smiled back.

"I would love to." She walked closer to me, walking as fast as she can. "Thank you."

"Your name is Aileana? That's very beautiful." I commented when she approached me.

"Thank you," she replied, "Your name is Eddie? Interesting."

I chuckled, "Please call me Edward, only guys on my team call me Eddie."

"Okay then Edward, I like that better, sounds more formal."

I nodded, "Yes it does. So we better get walking."

We walked together, talking about ourselves. Her name is Aileana Nelson from New York. She moved two weeks ago with no one but her aunt. Her parents died in a tragic accident so her rich picky aunt made her move to England. She likes it here in England but she often gets lonely. She doesn't like Hunter like I don't but she follows him because she has no one else. I told her to always talk to me and she smiled and continued her story. She loves to sew and paint stuff for her aunt or anyone. She wears her dresses because her aunt makes her everyday. She hates the fancy life and rather takes the easy life, but I said life isn't easy. She agreed with me but she still wished it were easier like I do.

When we go to the parlor, my whole team was there and so we decided to sit in a private table. She had vanilla ice cream while I had a cherry soda. She grabbed another spoon since she wanted to share her ice cream. I thought that was very nice of her but not necessary. We just continued to talk about George Washington or John Adams and she was very fascinated into that like I am. She talked about her best friend name Adalyn who was what she described just like she is. I talked about Jack and she found it fascinating. I took little bits of her ice cream while I let her take a sip of my cherry soda. We were like a couple, but she probably doesn't considerate us like that and I understand. Well sort of.

We were done with the ice cream so we walked out of the parlor. She said she had to go home. I volunteered to take her home but she declined and she probably preferred to walk home alone. I nodded as she walked away from me. I took in a deep sigh, walking back into the parlor so I can be with my victory team. I entered the parlor, thinking about Aileana in a different way than I expected.

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Bella's POV

I sighed, closing the notebook. I needed a break but I found that fascinating that he plays baseball and caught a ball from distant. That was different than I thought and this Aileana person sounded pretty and nice but there was a pang of jealousy rushing through my veins. He called someone beautiful other than myself. I didn't know if I want to continue to read this but a part of me wanted to know what happens. I opened the notebook back open, resuming my reading.

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