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So, a lot of you mentioned that the chapters were too short. I'll try to make them longer, and put more events into them, and make them more interesting, so please bear with me. I'll also try to update a bit faster, but that'll only happen next week because I go to after school til 6:30. Also, I'm trying to focus on my studies, so if I can't update fast, I'm sorry!

I have no idea how long I'm going to make this story, so yeah.

On horses and Bonnie, I guess she was just too excited to remember, but she will remember soon.

I suppose knowing what will happen and reliving through them is dreadful, but Scarlett has enough determination and will to change what she wants using that knowledge.

Ralph-de-Bricassart-fan, FEEL BETTER!! :) I have to look that up too. I have a lot to read now, so thanks. :D

Suellen has also drove me bananas. She can be really annoying! :P

Disclaimer: I do not own Gone With The Wind.

Overall Summary: Given a second chance with Rhett and making amends, thirty-two year old Scarlett O'Hara finds herself trapped in her sixteen year old body. How can she find the passion for life Rhett so adored in her to charm him again?

Prologue: Thirty-two year old Scarlett O'Hara wakes up from a horrid nightmare that reminds her of her lost lover. Crying, she says she wishes to be sixteen again to be a better wife to Rhett Butler, her one love. A majestic and powerful voice promises her that when she wakes up the next day, she will be sixteen. And now, Scarlett O'Hara wakes up from her slumber...

Chapter One: After reuniting with her once deceased Mammy and Ellen O'Hara, Scarlett is comforted by her mother's embrace, who does not fail to notice the tired and worn out look of her lively daughter. Her mother reminds her today is the Twelve Oaks barbecue and Scarlett goes back to her room to remember the day that started her wretched love story...

Chapter Two: In her bedroom, Scarlett reminisces on Twelve Oaks, and remembers three people who she loves very much, though each in a different manner. She realizes she is no longer a vivacious belle who captured Rhett's heart, and is set to become one before the barbecue. But will it work?

Chapter Three: Scarlett gets into her dress which is far more respectable than the one she wore last time. Mammy comes up with a tray of food, which Scarlett eats obligingly, and Mammy is both worried and suspicious. But Scarlett's charms work well, and all is better. The carriage is coming soon to pick her up, and Scarlett's never been so excited.

Chapter Four: Happily reunited with her no longer Ellen haunted father, Scarlett is overjoyed. The carriage ride to Twelve Oaks was too still for her sisters, and as their father talked with Mrs. Tarleton, Scarlett, in an attempt to regain her normal self, provided information on a certain rascal.

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Oh, how long it had been seeing Twelve Oaks so bustling and without ashes! Scarlett marveled at the sight, eyes feasting over the charming white house and its tall, towering columns, wide verandas, and flat roof. Her nose caught the scent of the mingling odors of burning hickory logs and roasting pork and mutton. A hand unconsciously went to her stomach, full with food, and she inwardly scorned herself for eating so much at home. No matter, Scarlett thought grimly, I'll have to work myself up for an appetite.

The broad, spacious driveway that curved like a swan's neck was packed with saddled horses and carriages. Voices were producing welcoming shouts of endearments to spotted friends. Excitement seemed contagious, as the negroes, mouth spread to wide grins, led the animals to the barnyard to roam freely. The O'Hara carriage pulled up at the front steps, catching a full view of the inside of the Twelve Oaks home; the carved oak double doors opened wide to give guests the sight of brightly dressed girls walking with hands around each other's waists, gentlemen standing, engaging in conversations, and the wide hall that extended from the front of the house to the back bustling with people.

As Scarlett's eyes roamed across the house, she saw her two most favorite Tarleton boys leaning against the tall, ivory columns before straightening up at the sight of her. She gave a cry of delight upon seeing them; how long had it been without them sitting on Tara's porch with her? Oh, how she had missed them so! From their fiery, red hair to their sun-burned faces; the six foot two inch stature that easily towered over her petite height to the arrogance that danced in their cheery eyes; and- how could she forget?- the air of tumult and trouble that came along with their humorous nature and shenanigans.

The boys waved enthusiastically from where they stood, and Scarlett only happily returned the gesture. Then, on the porch steps, she saw once more two familiar faces- one which she cherished, and the other she didn't really give a damn for. John Wilkes, whose impromptu death caused great grievance in all, stood with dignified grace next to his daughter, Honey. She hadn't changed one bit, from the widely spaced, lash-less eyes to long, aquiline nose, and small mouth. Perhaps Honey would have made a beautiful rabbit, if she were born one in a different world and time, but as a human, the rabbit-esque face did her no good to make her appeal to any male human.

She was a giggling, red-faced mess as she greeted all the boys affectionately, with no grace or eloquence in speech. Even at thirty-two, Scarlett made a visible shudder at the sight of Honey's pathetic charm. It was forthrightly obvious that she was trying, as best as she could but with no avail, to be the object of utter desire to all the gentleman population attending the barbecue. It was a disgusting sight that showed Honey's lack of cultivated allure- most likely from all the book reading, Scarlett thought.

And it did no good but remind her of the "fast" image she produced of herself in order to grab Ashley Wilke's attention- and Rhett Butler's as well. Thus, the once calm mind of Scarlett O'Hara, which was happily focused on reuniting with the Tarleton twins, burst into calamity from recollection. The mental chaos was apparent, shown in the distressed, emerald eyes that darted back and forth, the sudden jerk backwards into her seat from an all too sudden realization, and her sisters turned their heads to her in surprise.

"Scarlett, are you all right? You look distressed," Careen noted, staring curiously at her sister.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me." She threw them a charming smile to ward off any more comments, and Careen nodded, looking away, though still worried. She could tell when her older sister wanted them to stop pestering her, and as much as she wanted to fuss over Scarlett in concern, Careen willingly obliged to toss the matter aside. Suellen, looking once with deep suspicion and alarm at Scarlett, turned her head when she caught sight of Frank Kennedy, lips curling to a smirk.

How could she have forgotten such a thing like that? An agitated groan left Scarlett's lips, and she sank back into her seat in grief, a milky-white hand raised to push back the falling black locks that covered her face from the movement. She had no time to think about it, however, as the Tarleton twins, watching Mr. Kennedy assist Suellen off the carriage, were inspired to do the same. As she saw them both standing on opposite sides of the steps, Scarlett reluctantly pulled herself together, and parting her lips onto what she hoped looked like one of her famous dimpled smiles, got up.

Both of Brent and Stuart's arms were out, and in mind, they had in plan that Scarlett take one of her delicate, alabaster hands in each. Scarlett, as she stood standing, thought of Careen, who evidently would be helped by John Wilkes, as he was standing near the carriage to do so, and with this in mind, she looked at Brent with fluttering eyes, peeking at him under her lashes. "Brent, it's so kind of you to help me," Scarlett said, widening her smile , "But poor Careen can't get off by herself. Would you be a dear and help her?" Rather startled by the sudden request, Brent gave a reluctant nod, eyes bewildered. Holding his arm out to the blushing Careen, who was praising her sister inside, Scarlett tugged Stuart, who was even more bewildered than Brent at the fact that she wasn't waiting for his brother, to the porch.

"Why Scarlett!" came the pleasant voice of Dimity Munroe, "How nice it is to see you again! I simply do love that dress on you- it's beautiful!" Her sisters added to the compliment, remarking on its fine tailoring and material, the way her eyes looked so stunning, and Scarlett could only smile and give a compliment back. Time has not changed much on Scarlett's opinion of women, though the list of those she liked grew longer as she blossomed into adulthood- but not much longer; after all, she only did start out with one woman on it, and that was her very own mother. She did not realize, back then and even now, that her attitude towards women was one that was remarkably similar to Rhett's. Only few women did Rhett truly appreciate and respect, as the same with Scarlett.

But sentimentality and age weakened her cold judgment on women, and, hesitantly, did she lessen the catty comments, the contempt, the dislike on her sex. It would never fully disappear, however, as remaining an integral part of who Scarlett was, and with the long absence of women in her life- time had long passed since the attendance of any social events, due to managing Tara and her children- it would only increase. "Oh, Dimity, you flatter," she replied with equal pleasantness, "This drab is nothing compared to yours! Yellow looks lovely on you, dear. Sally! My, what a dress that is! It's beautiful!" It certainly was: a rose tunic dress, petticoat of white satin drawn into diamond-shaped puffs by crossings of currant-colored taffeta, with a fall of ruffled sleeves. Sally laughed, tipping her head back as she was accustomed to, though her mother fretted upon how unladylike it was, and took in the comment happily.

"Well, now, I certainly do have to agree with that," she said, triggering a peal of laughter from the ladies around her. Though, through the laughter, all three Munroe girls were curious to the peculiar nature of Scarlett O'Hara. No girl, with the exception of Cathleen Calvert, liked Scarlett, and it was mostly due to her way with boys. At social events, she was rarely seen with females, preferring the company of her beaux. And if, God forbid, she would allow herself to be around her "girl friends," she was none the enjoyable to be with. She was a constant flirt, an audacious spirit, daring to steal other beau simply because she could and showed it off, an attention starved child- no girl in the County thought of Scarlett well.

And now, speaking such charming words in front of the Munroe's, being affable and pleasant, it was a sight they had rarely seen from the girl. They took into mind the possibility of a personality change, or being one of her ploys to get their men. Whatever the case may be, the Munroe girls preferred this side of Scarlett.

Scarlett was not unaware of the thoughts going on in their heads; the eyes spoke all, from the confusion to suspicion, and she had childish contempt for them, for their hard, unmoving hearts that were unwilling to just accept her. Then the wiser mind interfered, defending them, and seeing both sides of the argument, it faded grudgingly. The process reminded her of Ashley, whose thoughts put into consideration of all.

Ashley! Her mind pulled her back into the first time she experienced the Twelve Oaks barbecue. She saw the swarm of people around her, voices so loud and she was peering over them, looking for Ashley to speak to, and she could feel her mind pulsating with annoyance. It flashed next to the Tarleton boys next to her, towering over her, and then a wide, elegant stairway.

Her eyes blinked rapidly for a moment, and just like the memory, she saw the two Tarleton twins standing near her with both irritation and relief in their eyes; irritation from the bustling crowd that refused their time with Scarlett, and relief they managed to get her away from said crowd for a moment. But the relief was short as Scarlett, who spoke from a memory, "I must run upstairs and smooth my hair. You boys wait for me and don't run off with any other girl or I'll be furious." And throwing them a dimpled smile, she turned, unaware of the coal-black eyes that followed her every move.

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Yay! Chapter 5 complete! The next chapter will be entirely on Rhett and his impression of Scarlett.

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