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In My Time

In My Time by Awsomealice94 Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)

- alright, I have a VERY good feeling about this story, and I am hoping you will too. Disclaimer- I own nothing, I just write fan fic, and I love doing it :)

1. Spark

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“Bella!” my mother called for the second time. I slammed my book shut, and stroked it absentmindedly as I heard thunder behind me in the distance. Any moment it would start to rain, so I hurried to our back door. I carefully picked up my long dress in one hand as I went up the steps inside. I was known to fall a lot.

“Bella, dear. It is not right to make me repeat myself. Come now, we must go downtown. You may get one more book if you like, but I need to go talk to Mrs. Weber. She is bound to be around somewhere. Get your gloves and hat!” Renée, or rather, Mother ordered as I walked in.

My parents would probably have broken apart, had I not been born. It was frowned upon to do such a thing with a child. If your mother and father got seperated, you were stuck with one of the parents, and that particular parent would quickly re-marry. Then the other parent, the one who had not gotten the burden of a child, would be so shunned from the social scene, that to the naked eye, it would seem they were deathly ill. It was simply not a proper thing to do. If this certain event were to occur, however, I would be stuck, maybe turn into a maid and never have a proper husband. Not that it would matter; I didn’t exactly want to get married. But my mother doesn't particularly like the idea of that, and regularly forces the idea of different young men onto me as possible beaus. Alas, my parents hide their mutual dislike toward each other for me and for their places in society. In public, they put on an appropriate display of affection a typical couple with a daughter of sixteen, like myself, would show.

“Yes, Mother. But what about the rain?” I questioned. “It won’t come by us; Mrs. Newton is always good at predicting the weather. It should just miss downtown, we will be fine, my dear.” She assured me. I nodded; I didn’t exactly believe Mrs. Newton, although a couple lucky guesses in a row were not too bad, I suppose.I was looking forward to another book. I quickly ran up the stairs and refastened my bun on my head. I smoothed the loose strands back and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was pale, more than most normally are. Living in a small town in the outskirts of Chicago, most girls were a lot more prettier then I would ever be. Take for instance, Lauren Mallory. A pretty tall blonde. Most men would look at her with longing, but I saw right through her pretty face. She was very self centered, and I feel horrible for the man who she picks to be her husband.

I opened a door in my dresser to get my white gloves to match my blue dress. I found my hat sitting on top of my bed, and while I went to go get it I knocked a candle down. It gave me a fright; thank goodness it wasn't lit.

“Bella, dear? Are you alright?” my father called up from downstairs.

“Oh, yes, perfectly alright.” I yelled back down. I put the candle back on the table by my bed and snatched my hat.

I went to my closet and found my blue ribbon, and I put it around my hat, making it match perfectly. Then there would be no nagging from my mother, who thinks it is her fault that I haven’t gotten a husband yet. I was only sixteen, but in 1917, I was an adult, and in society.

I didn’t ever discuss the idea of marriage; it was a touchy subject after all. Maybe if I found the right man, which is highly doubtful, then just possibly will I consider it.

I quickly put on my white gloves and fastened my hat on my head, and departed from my room.

We weren’t that rich, but we managed. Our house was almost first class, just enough to get by in society. It still had a farm, and two stories, but it wasn’t so bad. I looked around the house to find my mother. I passed my father in his office, passed the kitchen where the servants and cooks were; I walked by our piano parlor, which hardly ever got played unless Mother had time, or if I was forced.

I passed the dining room, and then through the window, and finally saw her looking at the clouds outside.

I smiled as I walked out next to her. We were fairly close.

“Mother, are you ready to go?” I asked her as she adjusted her hat, “Yes, darling.” she replied, her gaze remaining on the clouds for one more second before turning to me and smiling.

My mother and I made our way down the street on foot, towards downtown.

As we approached, the hem of my dress was covered in dirt from the walking trip. I stopped and bent down so my arms would reach it and brushed most of the dirt off. I did the same with my gloves now, and then caught up to my mother.

“Mr. Bennett’s book store is just over there, you may go ahead, and I see Mrs. Weber with Mrs. Newton talking.” She first gestured to the book store and then to the ribbon store, where the two women were talking.

“Alright, I will meet with you as soon as I’m done.” I said. She nodded and I walked to the book store, which was owned by a man named Mr. Bennett.

The bell on the door that I pushed made a small ring as I walked in. I breathed in the scent; it smelled like books, if there was ever such a scent. I looked eagerly at the books that had just come in.

“Ah, Ms. Swan, how are you today?” I heard Mr. Bennett ask. He was an elderly man, but I saw him often when I came.

“I’m wonderful, Mr. Bennett. And how are you?” I asked kindly.

“Fine, fine. I see you found our newest books. These came in yesterday, all the way from New York. There are some more by that Jane Austen that you like so much.” He chuckled.

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes, right over here.” And he gestured for me to come and follow him. I watched my step as there were some books on the ground that was stacked. I didn’t want to trip. Again.

Then I saw them, and I immediately seized the book that was closest to me off the shelf with the name Austen on the spine.

My hand brushed it as I opened it up and read the first few pages. This was the one I wanted.

“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Bennett!” I said as I closed the book and looked at him. “No problem, my dear. Shall we go see how much it costs?” he asked and gestured to go to the counter towards the front of the store. If I had to pick one place to spend my life, I think it would be in here.

As I paid for the book, I thanked him again and made my way out of the store carrying the book in my hands.

I decided to walk a little around town, before heading across the street to my mother. I walked past other stores, and decided to just turn around and go back to her, since the thunder had gotten worse and I didn’t want to get soaking wet and catch a cold.

I was looking down at my new book, reading a sentence, and not looking where I was going. Suddenly I tripped over something and the book went flying out of my hands, at the same time as when my hat went flying off of my head.

I landed with a thump; my head hit the ground painfully. I groaned as more people were attracted to the loud noise. Around here I was most known for not being graceful. My mother noticed and came rushing, along with most others.

Then a man’s hand was held out to me, and I took it looking up at him. His eyes were an exquisite shade of green, his hair a shade of bronze.

“Isabella, are you alright?” he asked me. I nodded, looking at his hand in mine, and then felt a spark. We both quickly separated our hands, as if he suddenly felt it too.

“Oh, here, let me help you.” He said as he ran and got my book and hat.

“I’m terribly sorry for the trouble, Edward.” I smiled. I quickly put on my hat, and brushed dirt off of me. I have never really talked with Edward Mason; he lived on the opposite side of town from me.

“It was no trouble at all, Isabella.” He smiled at me.

“Please, call me Bella.” I said.

“Alright, Bella.” I smiled even more, but before I could say anything more, my mother arrived.

“Bella, dear, are you alright?” she asked as she quickly came and hugged me.

“I’m fine, mother.” I assured her. “Oh, good.” She nodded. Then she looked at Edward.

“Why, its Elizabeth’s Mason’s boy, Edward, isn’t it?” she asked him.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He answered.

“Thank you for helping my daughter.” She said.

“It was no problem, Mrs. Swan.” He assured.

“I’m sorry, Edward, but we must go now, come on Bella.” She gestured for me to hurry up. I smiled back at Edward and departed down the road with my mother, my book now just held in my hands, because I didn’t dare read it again while I was walking.

As we got in, it had just started to sprinkle with rain.

“Oh, Bella! The sheets are drying outside, they will be drenched of you don’t go get them!” my mother said.

I nodded and took my hat and gloves off, and put my book down as I ran; I threw the gloves and hat on the table and ran outside into the now pouring rain. I gathered the sheets up and ran back inside. I was now very wet, and my mother met me inside with a towel. One of the servants took the sheets from me, to go set them by the fireplace, and I ran upstairs to go get changed into another dress.

My mother handed me my gloves, book, and hat before I could go up, and as I went through my door, I carelessly set them on my bed.

I got my other dress on and went to the dining room, where my parents were just sitting down for dinner.

“So, Bella, what did you get at the book store today?” Charlie, or rather, Father, asked me.

“A book called Emma.” I answered.

“Probably by Jane Austen again, correct?” my mother asked.

“Yes, Mother.” I smiled. We all ate in silence before she spoke again.

“So, Bella, that Edward Mason is quite a handsome man don’t you think?” she asked, eyeing me.

“Well, yes, I daresay he is.” I said looking at my plate.

“You know, he is single.” She said.

“Oh, yes I was aware of the fact, why?” I asked her.

“Well, oh, you know why. You two would look nice together. He is a kind man after all.” She admitted.

“Mother.” I groaned.

“Renée, if Bella doesn’t want to talk about it now, she can talk about it later.” Father said to her. I mouthed ‘thank you’ to him, he nodded.

“Oh, very well. But this will come up again.” She warned. I just rolled my eyes when she wasn’t looking.

Later that night, as I lay reading by the lit fireplace, I started to think about what my mother said.

Would Edward and I look good together? He was very handsome, but I wasn’t so beautiful.

Others sometimes disagreed with me about that; I didn’t care to listen though.

Would I ever get married? I pondered, while I stared into the orange and red of the flames.