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The Story of Esme

How it began. How it happened. How it ended and how it was revived. A look into the life of Esme Cullen.

This is my first attempt at writing more than just a short story. I have always loved Esme and she is one of my favorite characters in Twilight so i jus thad to tell her story the way I've imagined it.

1. Chapter 1

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Who knew a bet could change the course of your life so drastically. I didn’t but then again I was only sixteen and being as spirited as I had been was seen as a defect on my character. Girls were supposed to behave, cook and clean, and marry as soon as they are of age. But not me. I was too spirited for that. I had too much life within me to just cage it inside my soul. But I digress. Here is how it all began for me.

My brother Theo, older by just under two years, and I had been in a heated debate.

“It’s as simple as this, Es,” Theo had begun as we sat on the front porch sipping lemonade. “Women just can’t do what men can. They’re weaker, both of mind and body, to do the things men do.”

I had been infuriated by this. I was infuriated that he could be so ignorant and condescending just because he was in college and I wasn’t, though I wanted desperately to be. Ever since he’d been away at Ohio State University, studying in business, he had taken it to habit to make it known that he was superior to the rest of us…or so he had come to believe.

“You’re wrong, Theo,” I retorted, using the nickname he’d grown to abhor just to set him off. “Woman are already making headway in the world and one day, we’ll even have the right to vote just like men.”

“Sure; if you say so,” he snorted, a cocky smile on his face. “Knowing you, Esme, I’ll bet you can’t even climb that tree over there without having to have help with getting back down.”

See, Theo knew me all too well. He knew that I would do just about anything to prove a point. I had always been as stubborn and hardheaded as an untamed mule; luckily that only lasted through my adolescence. I stood up from the front steps where I had been sitting beside my brother, smoothed out the fabric of my skirts and looked down at him.

“I’ll take that bet. And what is the victor’s reward?” I asked, eyes narrowed as he stood up to meet a height more than four inches above mine.

Theo thought for a moment, never letting his eyes leave me, his eternal baby sister.

“I’ll tell you what. If you can climb that tree, I will not only drop thatfact that men are a cut above women, but I will submit to you and take on the belief that women and men are,’ Theo paused, his lips raised in disgust as he said the word equal. i smiled but I had to add one condition of my own.

“I also want your respect and…a dollar,” I said, head held high and delicate hands on my hips.

“A dollar? Do you know how much that is?” Theo whined, seeming more childish than even I was.

“Yes, a dollar. Is that a deal or are you scared that you just might be wrong for once?” I mocked.

I could tell during the thirty or so seconds that he didn’t speak, but kept his eyes on me, that he was considering it. He was most likely thinking that if he didn’t agree to the terms, that he would have lost the bet and that I would never let him live it down. Plus, he was too arrogant to admit defeat to anything, especially when his opponent was his younger sister. Then, when he frowned his trademark side-frown, I knew he would take the bet.

“Fine. It’s a deal but just know if you lose, you owe me a dollar, got it?” he said, returning to his normal boastful, self-centered self.

All I did was nod my head and I ran to the tree.

The walnut tree was well over a hundred or so years old and stood at a height higher than our home’s. It was spring so it had an abundance of bright green leaves, looking like a giant broccoli stalk in the middle of our yard. I stood at its base for a few moments, trying to plane my way of entry into it’s canopy of branches. I had to plan out where I would step and how I would get down, which was a lot harder than going up the trunk. Never in my life had I been able to climb that tree without having to yell for my father or Theo to get the ladder to help me down. But this was different. It was a bet that I intended to win at all costs. And that was how stubborn and prideful I was; I was willing to risk making myself look like an idiot just to beat my brother in one of many competitions we’d had.

Putting my right foot in a large dent in the tree’s bark, I grabbed at a knot in the wood with my left hand. Then I pulled myself upwards until I could reach another knot with my right hand, moving my left foot up as I tried blindly to find another foothold in the trunk. And so I continued to alternate between my hands and my feet, using all of my upper body strength to pull myself upwards until I reached a cradle-like face at the top of the trunk where all of the other branches began. I laid myself down there, taking in several breaths as I closed my eyes a bit, feeling triumphant and smug that I had completed the first half of my side of the bet. But then a loud voice from below shook away the bliss and replaced it with annoyance.

“Okay, so you got up there on your own,” Theo admitted sourly. “Now lets see if you can get down without father’s ladder.”

He backed away and, as he saw I was sitting up, he laughed and replaced his frown with another mocking grin.

“But I’m not going to hold my breath,” he added, laughing aloud.

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind the slightest bit if you held your breath…then again, you wouldn’t be holding it for very long,“ I countered.

“Well, Es, you always have been nothing but talk. So let’s see if you can put those words of yours into actions, eh?” he snapped back.

And so began the descent back down from my perch in the tree. As I attempted to find the footholds I had used to climb up with, doubt began to grow in me. I wondered if this was such a good idea but I quickly brushed away these negative thoughts as I pictured myself being handed a dollar by Theo and how the victory would taste so sweet on my lips. I could see his face, frowned in defeat with his eyes looking away from me as if I would remind him of my achievement. But as I thought more and more about the spoils of war, so to speak, I lost concentration and my feet slipped out from under me. I fell down to the ground from ten feet up and the second I hit the ground, I heard a terrible snap, as if of a twig, before the pain of my injury actually hit me. But when it did I screamed so loud my father and mother came rushing out the front door, eyes wide and full of, at first concern, then just plain anger.

Theo was already at my side and was trying to pick me up in his arms. I bit my lip to try to keep from screaming again, biting it so hard it began to bleed. My caramel-colored hair was a tangle of dirt and leaves, making me look like a wild woman from one of the adventure books I enjoyed reading. Tears were already forming in my eyes as my brother carried me into the house, walking past my worried parents. He gently set me down on the kitchen table and my mother examined my leg while my brother explained which had happened.

“It was just a bet,” Theo tried to explain, though my furious father wouldn’t listen.

“It was stupid, Theo. You know Esme will do anything to prove herself right and now we’re going to have to pay for her to get checked out at the hospital in Columbus,” my father growled, shaking his head in disapproval and not even meeting my brother’s eyes.

Theo bowed his head in shame and mumbles an apology, knowing he had just put a dent in our already small income.

“It wasn’t his fault, father. I made the choice to climb up there. He didn’t force me at all,” I said in between winces while my mother tried to make a temporary splint for my leg out of a belt and a wooden spoon. The pain was so bad that I was beginning to feel dizzy and fatigued. I had started to have trouble keeping my eyes open but my mother kept trying to keep me from passing out. I just wanted to sleep.

“It’s broken, alright,” my mother interrupted. “We have to take her to Columbus to get this looked at, though. This splint won’t last long.”

“I’m fine,” I mumbled in a groggy voice, waving my mother away.

“No, your not,” she insisted, not moving an inch further away from me.

But before I could respond, I gave in to the temptation and closed my eyes. I was out within minutes and the last thing I could remember was seeing my father shaking his head at Theo, who hung his head low in shame and guilt.