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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 :)

2. Surprises All 'Round

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I sat on the bay window seat, looking at the dreary gray sky, in hopes to see some sun. It had been raining for a while now, even yesterday. Everyone was in good spirits because of the how good the rain would be for our farm crops, but I desperately wanted to see some sunshine.

I let out a sigh and studied the rain drops on the window. I tucked my knees into me, almost rolling into a ball, and I let my chin rest on the tops of them.

Something was bothering me, everyone could tell. Maybe it was the fact that I got no sleep last night, thinking about what my mother said. She had gotten to me this time. Usually most men she recommends, or rather forces me to try and think about, for a possible beau I never really cared about.

But there was something about Edward Mason that I just couldn’t quite place. Those eyes were in my head all the time, those penetrating green eyes. They were kind and soft when I saw them, and I wanted to see them again, which is what scared me the most.

This couldn’t possibly be me, me, falling in love with him could it?

No, no, of course not. I quickly chastised myself. It couldn’t be. It was just my mother getting to me, she wanted this. I was tormented by trying to think about Edward and me as a couple, about me ever having a ring on my finger. I didn’t want any of it; I wanted nothing at all to do with it. So why was there a little piece inside of me that told me to give it a try?

I let out another frustrated sigh and climbed down from the window seat. Maybe a little reading would get my mind off of it. I walked up stairs, lifting up my dress so my feet were free to walk and not trip, and shut the door quietly. I curled up on my bed and opened the book.

I felt rather stiff, like I had been lying in the same position for a while. My book was closed on top of me, my bun astray, and my mother was gently shaking me.

“Bella, dear, the rain stopped. Would you like to walk around, maybe downtown? I was going to get some new ribbons, would you like some too?” she asked me.

Then I realized I had fallen asleep. “How long was I asleep for, Mother?” I asked her as I got up.

“Around an hour or two, dear.” She smiled at me. I smiled apologetically back. It really wasn’t proper to fall asleep in the middle of the day.

“Just let me get ready, Mother, and I will be happy to come with you.” I said. She nodded and walked out of the room.

I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to make sense of my bun. After I smoothed everything out and re-did everything so it looked proper, it didn’t even look like I had fallen asleep.

I walked over to get my white gloves again, and my hat. I slipped the blue ribbon from yesterday off of it and put on my brown ribbon, to match what I was wearing.

I put the hat on and looked one more time in the mirror, “Well," I sighed. "This is most likely as good as it will ever get.” I whispered to myself.

I was in the middle of the hallway when I heard my father answer the door, and footsteps running to me. My heart started to beat, was it Edward? No, it couldn’t be, running wouldn’t have been proper. So who was it?

“Bella?” Jessica called to me as she was close enough for me to see her. I walked up to her, my heart slowly going back to normal, I sighed with relief.

“Why, Miss Stanly.” I smiled at her. “Actually, Miss. Swan, I’m not going to be ‘Miss. Stanly’ anymore. I’m betrothed!”Jessica exclaimed as she held out her left hand for me to admire, in the middle of the hallway. Sure enough, there was a diamond ring on her figure.

“Jessica, it’s beautiful! And what fine gentleman has given you such a wonderful gift?” I asked her.

“Mike Newton!” she said with bubbly excitement. That really hit me by surprise, and it took all my strength to not gasp in shock. But I was happy for them.

“Well, Mrs. Newton,” I joked, “you have my best wishes and regards.” I finished. She hugged me quickly. “Thank you Bella! We will have the ball and everything planned as soon as we can.

But of course you are invited and so is your family. But when are we ever going to see a ring on your finger, Miss Bella?” she asked as my mother motioned for Jessica and I to come follow her out the door. We now walked towards town.

“I don’t know.” I admitted. Really, I wanted it to be never. Forget about Edward Mason, there were plenty of beautiful and charming women out there for him, I couldn’t be the one. Perhaps I will be like Jane Austen, who hasn’t gotten married and was still alright, and a wonderful author. Society was bound to disapprove of it, though.

“Isabella, you should get your silly little head out of those books of yours and into society!” Jessica demanded. My mother muttered under her breath “Exactly.”

We were now in town, headed towards the ribbon store. “Excuse me, Bella, but I see Angela and I must go and speak with her.” She said.

It was quite obvious what she was going to tell her, what she was going to tell the entire town, before the end of the day today, but I kept quiet.

“Oh, Jessica, it is no problem at all.” I gestured her to go to Angela.

“Oh, thank you!” she yelled as she was now running with excitement to Angela. Her eyes were still glistening from telling her news to me.

I shook my head after her; how could she get married?

I silently walked up the steps to the door of the store, my head still spinning. She was too young to get married! She was only sixteen, like myself, and was too young, much too young. We have our whole lives ahead of us! She, unlike I, didn’t care to think about her future.

Everyone, every girl, was out in society at this age though, always looking for a husband. And usually the first man that gives you a ring and asks you that question, is the one you choose. Why not wait for options? I am one who believes in true love, and if someone asked me and I didn’t care about him that special way, I would decline him no matter how much people disapprove and frown at me for it.

Once you say ‘I do’, you’re bound with that man forever. There is no splitting apart after that, if you want to hold your place in society, at least, which to most people is very important.

“If Ms. Stanly is going to hold a ball, you might want to get a new ribbon for it, Bella.” my mother said as she led me to some beautiful ribbons.

“Yes, well, I do rather fancy this one.” I said as I ran my fingers over a white ribbon with a light periwinkle blue design on it.

“Yes, that is indeed beautiful, dear. Let’s get that one, and then I’ll get this one.” she said holding another ribbon in her hands. I nodded with a smile as we went to go pay for them. But my stomach was still in knots thinking about Jessica, and maybe how unhappy she might be later on if she wasn’t truly in love.

“Bella, how does your white ball dress fit from last year?” my mother asked, breaking my train of thought.

“Oh, it is rather short, Mother.” I admitted. I grew taller since last year, looking completely different this year.

“Well, we will have to get another, won’t we?” she said.

“Yes, I do suppose so.” I smiled at her, “Thank you Mother.” I said.

“Oh dear, it is no problem at all. You shouldn’t be growing as much now and this dress will fit you for a little longer than your last.”

I nodded as we walked to the dress shop, where now most of the girls were, because Jessica told them all of the news (of course).

“It is rather chaotic in here, isn’t it?” she asked as she led the way through the crowded store. I was bound to trip sometime, as I always did, everyday, and I was pretty positive that it would be in here.

“Yes, should we wait to get the dress?” I asked her.

“Nonsense, we are already here.” She said. Finally she reached the dress she liked. I looked at it hanging, “It is rather beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked her.

“Yes, it would look wonderful on you dear. Should we ask the tailor to make one for you, like this?” she asked me.

“Yes please Mother.” I said.

The tailor measured me, and then, maybe thirty minutes later, we were out of the store walking towards home. My mother stopped when she saw someone, and when I looked across the street, I realized who she had seen, Edward Mason.

“Bella, dear, I have to go talk to Ms. Stanly, just walk around, I will meet with you soon.” And she dashed off, on purpose no doubt. Her goal was to get Edward and me alone to talk. I scowled after her, annoyed.

He was now crossing the street, and I quickly looked away.

I looked frantically around, everywhere but his direction, for something that would possibly hide my face. There was absolutely nothing. As I heard the foot steps behind me, I pretended to look in the window of the ribbon store.

“Ms. Swan, it is lovely to see you again so soon.” Edward’s voice said from behind me. I turned around, “Oh, Mr. Mason. How are you this afternoon?” I asked him.

My heart was beating fast, I wanted it to slow down, but it had a mind of its own when my eyes met his.

“I am doing incredibly fine, and you?” he asked me.

“Oh, wonderful.” I nodded and smiled. “I’m guessing you heard about the ball that’s coming up.” He said.

I blinked twice, “I…Oh. Um, yes. Yes I have.” I gulped, stuttering. My mother always said I had a problem with it sometimes. He just smiled even wider, “I know it is rather soon, but maybe I could have one dance with you at the ball?” he asked.

“Yes, of course.” Why did I just say that?

“Splendid. Well, it was lovely seeing you again, Bella.” He said and walked towards his house.

“Yes, you too, Edward.” I whispered too late. I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

My mother then came over, right after Edward left, like she was watching us. Which she probably was.

“Bella, lets hurry up and get home, lunch will be ready any moment.” She said. I nodded and walked with her, in opposite directions from Edward.

He looked back at me once and smiled. Of course, I chose that time of all times to trip. I quickly righted myself though, and looked away, my face no doubt a deep scarlet. Maybe he didn't see it. I thought hopefully to myself. Yeah, right, I'm sure everyone within a block of me saw it.

“What did you and Mr. Mason talk about, Bella?” Mother asked me when we were eating lunch. My father looked like he wanted to hear too.

“Oh, he just asked if I heard about the ball that Jessica was having, and then…” I fell silent, looking down at my plate.

“Yes?” my mother urged. “He asked if he could have a dance with me at the ball.” I finished.

My mother clapped with glee, “I think I hear wedding bells, Charlie!” she exclaimed. My father merrily smiled.

“Mother! It is far too early and I-”

“Nonsense, child. It is never too early.” She said. I scowled at my plate.