I groaned as the entire contents of the shelf came down on me. Thank goodness I was a vampire; I would have been flattened in a second. I was in my old home at Chicago, clearing out the attic which was full of dusty stuff. Alice was helping me. I could hear a squeal every time she spotted one of my mother's old gowns. I down know what the hell her problem was; she wouldn't be wearing them anyway.
I mean, this is the 21st century, not the 20th. It was not hard for me; I barely remembered my human life. I had 'died' because of the Spanish Influenza. I brushed my hand against my piano. It had to be mine. The keys were dusty; they produced horrifying sounds. I sighed. I wondered if I was good at the piano as I am now.
It was Alice's voice. She wasn't squealing for once when she found something.
I took a look at what was in her hand. A diary. It was clean, considering that it had spent at least a century in this attic. It was blue, with a floral border and a silk bookmark; beautiful in a way. The pages were not yellow or brown like of the other books here.
Alice opened the front cover to the first page. A name was written on it in a childish handwriting:
September 13, 1912
"How did a girl's diary end up here? You didn't have any girls living in your attic, did you?" Alice asked with a mischievous grin.
"I don't remember. Besides, I don't think anyone would allow girl's to stay in their attics in 1912." I said.
"You had any cousin's with that name? A friend?"
"I remember my mother mentioning the Swan's." I replied.
"What about them? Were you in love with their daughter?"
She didn't have to remind me about my mate-less situation I had been in since the day I was 'born.'
"Okay, Sorry. But do you have any clue who they are?" Alice asked.
"Family friends, I think. I don't remember."
Alice got that mischievous glint in her eyes again. "Why don't we read it? We have nothing better to do."
"I don't know, Alice. Wouldn't that be invading someone's privacy?" I asked.
"This girl is dead, Edward. I mean, she wrote it in 1912."
Okay, so she had a point.
"Yay!" she cheered, already seeing my decision. "The others will want to read it too."
I groaned. Alice smirked at me. After 2 weeks of cleaning the house, Alice, Jasper who was with us, and I left back for Forks were we lived. Alice had found another diary, two days after we got the first one.
September 13, 1915
She took both the diaries with her. Esme was upset when she found out about the diaries, but decided to read anyway.
It was a sunny week in June when we decided to read it. All seven of us were there.
"I'll start reading first." Alice said.
"I don't know what's so interesting about something written 100 years back." Rosalie mumbled.
"We're about to find out." I said.
Alice started reading.
September 13, 1912.
Dear diary, it's the first time I write in you (obviously). I'm so glad Aunty Elizabeth gave me this dairy! I've wanted one for a long time.
"Elizabeth? As in, your mother?" Emmett asked.
"I guess she is a family friend, then." I said.
"Then you remember her?" Esme asked.
"Not at all."
Today is my birthday. I'm finally ten years old! It feels wonderful to have a two-digit number for your age.
"It's even more wonderful having a three-digit number." Carlisle said and we laughed.
Daddy arranged a great party for me. Jessamine, Angelica, Laura and Rachel were there. That's not the best part though. Guess who Aunty Elizabeth brought to my party?
"I bet it's you, Eddie." Emmett snickered.
"That couldn't be, I don't remember her." I said.
"See, I told you." Emmett put on a smug face. "Gosh, ten years old and you already have a girlfriend."
"I don't know her!" I wailed.
I sometimes wish everyone in the world could have a friend like him. We had been friends for years. Since mommy and Aunty Elizabeth had been great friends, I and Edward had met at a very early age. I am so glad that we had. He is just three years older than me, but Aunty Elizabeth says I'm more mature than him.
"Oh, Edward." Esme sighed.
I don't think that it's true though,
"Of course she wouldn't, she's your girlfriend." Emmett said.
"Emmett!" I hissed.
I didn't know about this girl. Not a bit.
I think of Edward as a very silent and polite person.
He only talks to me because we had been friends for so long, and we had the same taste in music. We both loved piano music, and recently, Edward's father, Edward Senior, bought him a grand piano. He goes for lessons, and I must admit, he's excellent as a beginner. I feel very jealous of him. When mommy takes me to the Masen's house to see Aunty Elizabeth, Edward and I go to his room and he plays the piano for me.
"How romantic," Rosalie commented.
I growled at her, and everyone laughed.
So today, after the party, we went to his house. He said he had a surprise for me. It was a beautiful surprise, diary. He wrote a song for me!
"That's so sweet of you, Edward." Esme beamed.
"I don't remember." I said simply.
It was so wonderful; I could listen to it for hours. But unfortunately, mommy called me after three hours.
"Goodbye, Bella. And happy birthday again." Edward wished.
"Thank you." I said shyly.
"Come again soon, Renee. And bring Bella, too." Aunty Elizabeth said before we left.
"Bella. Such a lovely name." Esme sighed.
"Edward thinks so too, don't you, Eddie?" Emmett asked.
"Whatever. I don't remember." I grumbled.
"You don't remember such a good friend?" Jasper asked.
"It's not his fault. I don't remember anything." Alice said reassuringly.
So I left unwillingly, came home, opened my gifts, found you and went to my room. And I wrote on you, and now mommy's calling me for dinner so I better go. And I have to finish my lessons for tomorrow or the governess won't be so happy with me.
"Governess?" Emmett asked.
"Her parents won't allow her to go to school back then. Only boys could go." Rosalie said.
"That's sad. She'll miss the time with Eddie."
I glared at him.
Oh, and I forgot to mention. My name is Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella.
Everybody laughed at that.
Umm, I smell fresh bread, diary. And I also hear my mother screaming, so I probably ought to go. I will write on you when something interesting happens. Goodnight, Bella.
"Definitely interesting," Carlisle said.
"Yeah, reading Edward and Bella's romance history is definitely interesting." Rosalie said sarcastically.
"Oh, come on, Rose. You want to read more." Alice said.
"No I don't!" Rosalie said.
"You're lying." Jasper said, smiling.
Rosalie sighed. "Yeah, so I do."
Emmett smiled. "I want to know more as well."
"Me too. It's nice to know that Edward had such a wonderful friend." Esme said.
"Well, I don't want to read it." I said.
"It's 6 against 1. So we continue reading." Alice said, smirking, as she handed the diary to Rosalie. Rosalie hesitated before starting to read.