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Lovely dresses, gardens, tea parties and gossip, Bella had to endure every second of it her whole life. Her exceeding brother and her properly trained sister, soon to be engaged, but how much is too much? How much longer until Bella takes a slip into the forbidden wild where she meets the mysterious and tantalizing man with the copper hair?

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(BPOV)

The trees whipped by in a green haze as the carriage wheels bounced along the dirt road to our new home.

"Isabella dear come away from the windows," my mother chimed as only my nose felt the free air, "mustn't let the neighbors first impression be of our daughter waving her hair out the window like a hooligan," My mother scathed in a former tone as she puffed up her hair that held her large floral hat. What neighbors? I thought sourly as I obediently sunk back into the carriage seat. "Isabella Swan," My mother stressed my full name, not pleased with my act; what was I doing now? "Must you slouch?"

I gulped and looked down at the floor, "No," I said in a small whisper as I straightened my shoulders and placed my intertwined gloved fingers in my rather large light purple layered lap.

I felt uncomfortable since the neckline of my dress went lower than I normally wore it. But my mother, always in with what was 'in' insisted I wear it for our first arrival in the outskirts of London; we were getting away from the large city, much to my mothers protest. "You are a young lady now, it's what everyone is wearing," She had spoken to me as I was squeezed into my corset.

The fashions were always changing, at least if you lived with my mother. At least the hoop skirt wasn't so large; also I only had to wear two petticoats to add body to my hips.

My family sat in silence for a few more moments; I took in the scenery of the deep red seat in front of me while I clicked the heels of my gaiter boots. Aw, such a lovable family.

My father cleared his throat, "I received a telegram the other day from the Blacks offering their home for a spot of tea."

I tried to tune the noise out, the blundering non stop gossip and invitations. Who did this and what happened to her.

My father continued, oblivious to my disregard, "Bill was telling me about his son, Jacob you remember him dear?" he asked my mother.

My mother sat up straighter, if you can imagine, still pruning her hair, thrilled at the opportunity to speak to my father about something she enjoyed, gossip. Those were probably the only areas my mother was good at, gossip and fashion. Then again that was the area most women were. "Oh yes, charming little boy, at least he was when we went to visit. Of course Isabella was only a little one herself isn't that right darl—"

"Ah yes, but she isn't anymore," my father cut off my mothers words like they were nothing, just the words of a woman. She closed her mouth and gave a sweet smile, the only lingering sign of irritation resting in her eyes, which she kept expertly hidden by the brim of her hat.

My lips twitched at the site of my father rambling on, not a care in the world of the others he might offend, or my mother, not a care in the world that she had been offended, pushed aside like a fly.

Someone hissed my name catching me off guard, scandalous daughter. "Isabella? Isabella!" my mother raised her voice in a shrill tone.

"Whuh?" I whipped my head around to the scathing stares of my disapproving parents.

"Your father asked you a question." She snapped. I wasn't ever aloud to make a mistake, one of the many horrid things in my oh so joyful life.

"Oh, I beg your forgiveness, I was…lost in my thoughts," I could see the words only slightly amended my wrong doing. Isabella Swan, the mistake of a child. No manners, no talents but for reading.

My father shook his head and mumbled loud enough for both my mother and I to hear. "I knew it. I knew we should have sent her to Pringestan. She is not a fit young woman! We should have done what we did with Rosalie!" My father now spoke to my mother as if my behavior was her fault.

"Father I—"

"—did I say you could speak?!" his face began to redden. I shook my head numbly and looked out the window, the carriage had stopped; we were there, my new home.

Three stories of expertly designed stone walls with many windows and their colorful shutters. The garden was magnificent, as always, though I couldn't compare it to the rough wilderness of the forest that was our front and backyard. Only thing in-between wilderness and prison was a tall iron gate, easily escapable.

I was brought back to my fathers rambling "…and Jasper such a respectable young man he's grown into. And a heavy education. Hasn't found himself a quiet young lady yet, but he will, plenty of them to go around. And Rosalie, a fine young beautiful woman she is…" my father continued to ramble about the success of my two siblings as my mother sat quietly nodding her head in approval.

I loved my siblings dearly, however being compared to them on a daily bases got a little mind-numbing.

Rosalie, the beautiful angel, perfect manners, perfect stanza, had the men crawling at her every will.

Jasper, a handsome and tall young man, smart and cunning, sensitive and caring, an all around success of a son, he was; an all around wonderful brother and sister. Unfortunately both had gone on to do better things in the world, while I stayed home in the comfort of the scenery with my books and quill.

A cool breeze tickled by my face taking tendrils of my untamed hair with it as my carriage door was courtesy opened by the driver. "Thank you," I said meekly as I took his offered hand and ungracefully stumbled out of the carriage; I heard my mother sigh at the scene of her daughter still unable to perfect the process of exiting a carriage, a simple task for a simple girl.

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"Where is it? Where is it?! They'll be here any minute!"

"Well I'm sorry but they must have lost the box!" I heard my mother cry out as my father screamed his disproval for my mothers packing ability. A week had gone by since our arrival. In which I had spent most of my time helping my mother unpacking or reading off in a remote corner or by the Iron Gate, looking out longingly at the dangerous trees.

The house was huge with countless little passageways easily escaped from normal passer-biers eyesight.

I was crawling through one of the most recent tunnels I had found on the third corridor which unfortunately passed over my parent's room.

I gave a heavy sigh then quickly slapped my hand over my mouth, luckily I was far enough away to of not been heard by the quarrelling parents. There was only a tiny little vent giving an insignificant overview of the room before the tunnel quickly passed over and turned a corner.

My dress was annoyingly full and ruffled with every tiny crawl. It was difficult to maneuver with my knees hitting three layers of cloth, my face was slowly starting to bruise as I stumbled on the cotton; I think I liked the passageways where you could stand better.

My gloves felt exceptionally dirty with the dust they collected. Thankfully I had left off my front bodice leaving off many ruffled layers of pointless clothing.

Slowly the voices of my parents muffled and disappeared. The tunnel became dark and I soon couldn't see my hands that began slapping the ground quicker desperate for an ounce of light. My breathing became heavier as the air became thicker.

Maybe I should go back?

When I made up my mind I struggled to squeeze my body around so that I wouldn't have to reverse the whole way out of the tunnel. It was exceptionally difficult with the blasted corset that squeezed my waist to the size of a thumb.

When I finally had my head facing in the correct direction I backed up slightly so that I could pick up my dress and I could crawl back out. But as my legs stretched out they hit thin air, nothing, and my whole lower body dropped. "Ah!" I screamed as I slipped into nothingness, my fingers scrapping across the slick floor trying not to get suctioned up to the dropping tunnel. At the last second my fingers were able to grasp the edge of stone as my body dangled in thin air.

Where was I and why did it drop? If I swung my legs I could feel the walls on either side making a perfect squared black hole.

How far down was it? My fingers started slipping, my thumb lost its spot, my pinkie; soon I was only hanging by six fingers, three on each hand. "Help!" I screamed but it was useless, no one could hear me through the thick stone.

What if I broke my leg in this small compartment and died? Hopefully someone would find me from the stench, unfortunately then it would be too late.

"Ahh!" my fingers lost grip and my body was immersed into liquid air. I screamed my loudest but I knew it was useless. My hair flew up in my face and I spat and sputtered on it while my stomach traveled to my throat. My hat pulled at the stings and strangled my neck as my fingers ripped at the uncomfortable stings.

Shortly after the release I felt the stone wall begin to pressure on my feet, my legs, my whole body like a steep downhill slide. I was too shocked that I hadn't dropped into a pit of spikes that the fact that my dress was slowly creeping up my body, revealing my hoop skirt and covering my head didn't bother me.

The pressure became greater as my skidding slowed down. I was surely at the first floor by now. The smooth stone slid under my back with ease. There was a light that grew larger and larger as the stone slide became flatter. I could tell it was sunlight from the sharpness of it, it couldn't have been late seeing as I'd only gotten up but an hour before yet already in trouble…

The stone became dirt and the air became tall green stems as I skidded into my mother's garden on the side of the house.

My mind was dazed as my head lolled to the side, overcome with the powerful sun causing my eyes to black. I blinked many times, demanding they adjust. When I could finally make out the beginnings of my surroundings, I was able to start fixing my dress from my little nest in my mother's garden.

I pulled on the cotton so that it would cover the hoop skirt then tried to fix my hat that was cupping my chin.

I'd only moved the hat to the side of my face when I heard a voice, dangerously close; I prayed it was Petunia, my nanny, but it was too priss. "And this is our lovely apple tree and—oh!" my mothers voice rang out as I closed my eyes from any of the witnesses to my shame. "Isabella Swan! What are you doing in my daisies?! And why do you look like you've been shot out of a chimney shoot?" 'Cause I basically was…

I let my left eye slit open as I took in the sight of my audience.

My mother was standing with two other people; the closest to her was a woman who looked to be around her age with tanned skin and black sleek hair. She had a hard face as her eyebrow lifted at the spectacle of my windblown hair and disheveled dress layers.

Next to her was a boy who looked to be roughly around my age 16 or so with tan skin and sleek black hair to his shoulders. His mouth cracked a smile and I could feel the blush burn my cheeks like scorching embers. (A/N: I'm neither a Jacob hater nor lover. I respect him and so he shall be respected in my story :) sorry for those who would feel pleasure with ripping out his neck haha)

I turned back to my mother, "I uh," I looked behind me desperately to see if the hole was still there. I almost gasped when I saw only stone, like it had just disappeared… "Um I… wanted to see the daisies?" I stuttered out, more of a question than an answer, while I absently petted one of the few surviving daisies.

She scowled as she watched my every move, "So you decided to join them?" She lifted her hands so that they were placed on her squeezed peach colored waist. It was a new dress with many, many layers that all pulled to the back giving her a big bump in the back.

I gulped down and looked at the sky as if it'd give me an answer, and it did. "W-well I fell from the apple tree!" I never believed it was a good one. The boy coughed placing his large fist over his mouth covering up his laugh.

My mother dropped her jaw in shock even more disgraced of me. First sitting in her garden looking like a sewer rat and now climbing trees! What kind of daughter was I?

"Y-you?…" she didn't even finish and instead turned her back to me and spoke to the guests, "you'll have to excuse my daughter," she said in a shaky voice, "she never had the best leveled head. Now let's walk to the roses, oh and speaking of rose's have I told you about my other daughter Rosalie?" her voice drifted off as they headed for the backyard.

I let out a very unladylike groan as I plopped back into what was left of the daisies. There was a deep chuckle from above me as the sun was blocked. I froze, not all my audience had left? I peered at the tall figure looming over me. He held one sturdy hand out for me. With shaky arms I lifted my soiled glove and allowed it to rest in his.

"So," he began when I was up and standing and brushing off the leaves and dirt from my grubby dress, "picking apples?" he asked in amused tone.

I opened my mouth to reject but closed it just as quickly, not knowing how else to explain my situation without sounding more like lunatic. My cheeks felt officially stained scarlet and I had the sudden urge to charge the big Iron Gate and run into the forest.

"I'm Jacob Black," he said when I didn't respond and held out his hand again, but for a different reason.

I smiled trying to find an excuse to leave the awkward situation. "Isabella Swan, but you may call me Bella." I winced knowing that it wasn't proper to let this person I didn't know use my nickname. My parents didn't even use it, the only people who did were Petunia, Rosalie and Jasper, wherever they were, well Petunia was probably in the house cleaning or what not.

As I shook his hand with one hand, I fixed my crooked hat with the other. "Um," I cut in before he could respond, "I'm going to go inside and freshen up, it was nice to meet you though," I smiled brightly and quickly scurried away towards the front of the house, though I didn't plan to go in it.

My expensive and no doubt ruined gaiter shoes sank down on the soft lush grass as I made my way to the opening of the gate to the outside world. Just a quick peek to see what was out in the forest, what hidden dangers lay behind the thick trunks, where maybe I wouldn't have an audience to embarrass myself in front of.

The gate creaked open and I looked back anxiously, but of course no one saw. No one expected awkward Bella to leave the confines of her home, at least not on purpose.

I closed the gate. Just that first step felt different, no more soft lush grass, it was rougher, wild.

Quickly, I ran into the forest so that I could truly enjoy it without being seen. I gently took off my hat that did a poor job at holding my light curls and set it on a branch away from sight.

I walked, and walked, my hands trailing on the bark, my feet snuggling with the soggy dead leaves and mushy ground of the early morning. The song birds chirped and peeped as they fluttered through the green leaves of the tall trees that cast dancing shadows like a puppet show, there for my imagination to go wild.

I tilted my head at a shadow picturing a puppy, pouncing at a butterfly. To the right was a face, it was sad, but if I turned my head, it was happy, I let out a giggle as my pace picked up, only stumbling a few times on the uneven ground. I picked up the many layer of my dress and began to jog through the misty morning air.

I breathed deeply though my nostrils, letting the heavy air tickle through. I felt the ground begin to descend beneath my feet, as I ran downhill. I couldn't stop! I didn't want to! I ran, faster and faster until I was practically flying down the steep hill barely finding a rare clearing of trees. "Wooo!!" I called out in freedom as my knees hit ground and I began spiraling down uncontrollably down, down, spinning in a blur of brown, green—blue! My stomach became loose and squishy as I felt my breakfast creeping up through the spinning.

My arms flopped around me acting as loose breaks. Finally the rolling stopped and I felt my back rest on the cool patchy grass, even dirtier than before, I thought though I didn't care, I was free, alone, at last.

There was a soft sound of waves hitting rock and I could smell the scent of wet soggy plants near. I waited a few minutes before I was able to sit up and look around. It was beautiful! I stared at a large blue lake surrounded by thick green trees and a blue open sky. The sun was almost to its highest, pelting down on the soft waters that rippled slightly with the pushing breeze.

It looked so warm and inviting with the summer air. I looked down at my attire and a grin formed on my lips. I was alone, I looked around me quickly just to make sure, all alone.

I slowly got up while keeping my eyes trained on the soft beckoning water as I untied the back of my dress and squeezed myself out of the over petticoat.

I squeezed out of my hoop skirt, letting it sit at the side like a large bell. I really let myself go when I began on my corset. A few frustrating minutes later and I was freely gasping for air laughing as I did. I only had on two chemises, so I took only the first one off.

My undergarments flapped in the warm breeze towards the water edging me on. I felt so free, hardly any cloth touching my skin as the wind journeyed by, visiting and kissing my skin.

I let my toes dip in the cold water then took a few steps back for a running start. "Wooo!" I screamed again as I took a large leap and crashed into the water, what a sensation it was! The chilling nip of the water seeped through my clothing and lapsing at my bare skin.

The feel of my heavy brown hair floating on the water as my legs kicked to allow me to stay afloat. There was a rustling in the bushes. I gasped and turned around.

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