Author's Note: Hello! JaneAustenLover here! So... yeah, this is my first FanFiction EVER so if it seems bad, then that is why... I would REALLY appreciate it if you wonderful readers would post some honest comments about what you think of this, and PLEASE no hate comments, or bashing. I'm gonna take a little from here, a little from there, so if you recognize something from another story, that's probably why. I won't directly take something out from the story, but it will be based off of that part. OK... back to the reason I started writing this story. I'm writing the story for a class called ELP at school, and my main plan is to have a 'what if' kind of story. The 'what if' part is what if Jane didn't go to the Meryton ball? Would Mr. Bingley still have fallen in love with her? Or would he have fallen in love with Lizzy? Would Mr. Darcy not have insulted her? Questions, questions, questions. If you want to know the answer to these questions, please R&R (Read & Review), then I might post again. Maybe. I'm also looking for a beta reader, if anyone is interested! Now for the Chapterly Quotes with Caitlin! Today's quote is from Chapter One.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in

want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on is first entering a

neighborhood, this truth is so well fixed on the minds of the surrounding families that he is considered as

the rightful property of some one of another of their daughters. "~ Jane Austen

I know, I know, that one gets used all the time, but that just means that it's really good! OK! On to the story!

CHAPTER ONE: A SINGLE MAN OF LARGE FORTUNE

A small girl came into the room quietly, not sure of what she should do. All the other kids stopped what they were doing and stared at her, sizing her up. At last, a boy around 17 came to the 9-year-old.

"Are you lost?" he asked the girl kindly in a British voice; soft and smooth. The girl's brilliantly dark green eyes flashed in annoyance, and she looked up at the young man defiantly.

"No. I was forced to come here by my parents. I know perfectly well where I am." All the other kids, ages ranging from thirteen to eighteen, were trying to smother their laughter and astonishment at the girl's boldness behind their hands.

"What? You think I can't learn to dance or something? You just can't imagine that I'll be able to dance as well as you!" The boy looked faintly impressed with the girl's fearlessness.

"So… you want to learn how to ballroom dance," he said it as a statement, not a question.

"No. I already said that I was forced to come here by my parents. What are you, deaf?" The room gasped in astonishment. "They seem to think," The girl continued, "that I'll be more 'sophisticated' or something if I learn. I just think this is a bunch of crap." The young man's light blue eyes glinted with anger, and he visibly clenched his hands.

"Well, if you didn't want to come, why don't you just leave?" he growled "'Cause there are some people that actually want to take lessons here." The girl seemed to feed on the challenge presented. The rest of the room held its breath for her reply.

Grinning, she saucily replied: "No. Now where's the teacher?"

The young man ground his teeth in anger. He spit out the words: "Right. Here." He paused, taking deep breaths to calm himself. "In front of you."

Then the girl looked slightly scared. "…Oh. Crap."

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single girl in possession of a high energy level must be in want of a way to let it out.

Elizabeth Caitlin Bennet woke up from her dream groggy and disoriented. Her brown hair was a mess; it always was after she woke up. Why do I keep having that dream? I was NINE for crying out loud!

She grinned, remembering lesson after lesson with that jerk of a teacher. That WAS one heck of an experience though. Glancing around the messy room, she struggled to remember where she was. Taking in the couch, flickering TV, and discarded pizza boxes, she remembered. She got kicked out of a party one of her friends hosted while visiting her family in Louisville, because she back talked this high and mighty rich guy. Not just once, but over and over and over and… well, you get the idea. After that, she drove to a different friend's apartment. He totally deserved that though, that fat, greasy... Ugh! Just because he's rich, doesn't mean he should be all snooty. How DARE he say I was low-classed! No one even CARES about that anymore! Liz stood up, muttering about that fat pig and conveniently forgetting that she obviously cared. Great way to start the day, Liz, she thought sarcastically. Trudging around the apartment, she tried to find a clock in all of the mess.

Finally, she called her sister Jane to see what time it was. Unfortunately, it was her mom that picked up.

Marie Bennet started shouting as soon as she picked up the phone.

"Where have you been? Where are you! You KNOW your curfew is at 1:00! I was so worried that you had gotten killed or something!" Liz was lost. What was she talking about?

"Huh? What are you talking about? I don't have a curfew mom, I'm not 13. What time is it anyway?"

Apparently, it was 3:00 in the morning. After much shouting and threatening, Mrs. Bennet convinced Lizzie to come home. Liz didn't see the reason why, because after all, she was 20. She had her own apartment and could take care of her own life.

Grabbing her purse and keys, she quickly wrote a note of thanks to Lynn for letting her stay the night.

Elizabeth slid into her red Mustang convertible (A/N my favorite car EVER!) and started it. She winced at the roar the engine made in the quiet early morning, and slowly pulled out of her parking space. Quickly and quietly, she sped down to her house in Louisville, Kentucky. She pulled into the long, country drive of the Thoroughbred breeding center her family owned and lived at; Longbourn Stables. Lizzie sighed as she pulled into view of her house. All the lights were on.

Crap, she thought. Mom's awake, and she's gonna kill me! Oh well, Dad's gonna stick up for me. Maybe. Sighing, Elizabeth trudged into the house. Tentatively, she stuck her head through the door, fully expecting the full-blown lecture from her mother. Instead, she was picked up and whirled around in a massive hug. By MARIE BENNET! The fat little lady had just received the happiest news of her life from her friend Lily Long.

"Lizzie! Did you take the longest route home that you could? Oh, I think I might faint from my happiness! Lily has just informed the whole world on Facebook, that two VERY rich MEN have bought Netherfield Acers from them! Oh! I'm so happy!" Liz just looked at her mother quizzically. Who? What?

When? Where? Why? WHAT! Lizzie's mind was whirling. Marie continued her tirade unaware of her daughter's confusion.

"Although, I wish that Mrs. Long didn't post it to the whole world, but that she called me personally; because now of course many other mothers in Louisville are probably already thinking the thoughts that I have."

Liz finally found her voice. "So… what exactly are your thoughts?" Marie looked at her as if she was daft.

"Why my dear! They are single! So…" she sighed, as Elizabeth was obviously at a loss to comprehend the enormity of the news and the obvious reason for her joy. "Of course they are going to fall in love with you or Jane! Most likely Jane because she is the most beautiful," Thanks, mom! "But they might find something in you worth their while…" Mrs. Bennet trailed off, looking at her daughter.

Number two of five girls; she was the smart and athletic one. At school, she was in a lot of the advanced classes, and did numerous extracurricular activities, such as debate, track, and the reading club. She also loved nature, and hardly ever missed her daily walk or jog in the nearby forest that kept her slim. She

didn't bother with her looks, but the male population at her old high school here thought that she was the second prettiest girl in town, after Jane. But Marie didn't know that. Elizabeth was used to living in her sister Jane's shadow, so she wasn't bothered by the constant fawning of boys over her oldest sister. Marie thought that she could have so many boyfriends if she just tried! But no, she always put on the first clean clothes that matched, and dragged a brush through her hair in the morning. She didn't even put on lip gloss! The poor girl needed a crush to get her to at least try to make herself presentable to the public. She had so much potential.

Marie Bennet clicked her tongue and shook her head to release her thoughts. Liz was watching her with an expression that said she clearly knew what she was thinking. Marie said it out loud often enough, so why wouldn't she brood on it?

"So… this is what you blackmailed me home about? News that I have absolutely no interest in? At three in the morning?" Liz was thoroughly ticked off. She was forced to come to her least favorite place on earth for this? She was about to let her mother have a piece of her mind, but just then Jane flew gracefully down the stairs with an ecstatic cry of "Lizzie!". Her sister looked pale. Crying out with joy at seeing her again, Lizzie rushed to her sister, and threw her arms around Jane's neck. Then, pulling back, she started grilling her sister.

"Jane! Why didn't you call and tell me you were sick? You could've called me! Why are you up this late?

Er… early? You're obviously sick! How did you get sick in the first place?" Jane never got sick. Never. Not unless… Marie. Jane smiled at Elizabeth.

"I didn't want to worry you. I knew you'd be worried to death if I called." She answered, avoiding the last question thrown at her by her younger sister.

"Jane, I'm worried now. You should have called. You know I wouldn't have minded." Elizabeth smiled fondly at her sister, who did the same. Marie left in a huff at being ignored. Jane noticed and sighed.

"She's been like this ever since the news about Netherfield Acers came out. High on life one moment, then mad as a hornet the next. I don't know why."

"Well, Jay, you could calm her down and find out. You are the favorite after all." Lizzie spoke good naturedly. It was well known in the neighborhood that Mrs. Bennet preferred Lydia and Jane to the rest of her daughters. Lydia. Elizabeth couldn't fathom what all the boys found in her. She was a girl that went out with one guy one night professing that she'd never love another; and the next night, saying the same thing to another guy. She was weird. She settled for any 'ole boy that looked cute, or had some money.

Lizzie was as different to Lydia as black is to white.

She wanted a guy who made her laugh, and challenged her. She wanted him to know what he was talking about, and who didn't fawn over her like she was some goddess or something. Someone who treated her like a normal person, who acted the same before, during, and after they dated. Or someone who she could change for the better. Make him nicer; or if he was too nice, show him he had an opinion that mattered. But the problem was, where do you find a guy like that? Somewhere a million miles away? Two seconds away? In England? France? Italy? She hadn't found anyone like that yet. Lizzie had thought that she had, but then always had her heart broken in the end. She decided that if she didn't find him in the next man, he didn't exist. But maybe my expectations are too high. Is there even a guy like that anywhere? Maybe not. But if there wasn't, then she must be destined to be single all her life. I sure hope not though.

"Well, if that's all, I think I might go back home." Lizzie stated dryly. "Do you want to come with me Jane? I know of a couple of boys who would love to see you." Jane shook her beautiful red hair in a no and shifted uncomfortably.

"Well… You see Liz, mom and Mrs. Long are throwing a 'Welcome to the Neighborhood' party." Elizabeth looked at her sister blankly.

"…And…?"

"And, its tomorrow - er- today, so I don't think you can go home."

"What? Why? I never go to parties anyway, and I haven't been home in weeks! I need to go back to Wichita!"

"Well, Mom wants you to stay here with us. You heard her little speech about how she thinks that Will or Charlie will fall in love with one of us girls, so she wants you here. And I think Dad misses you too. I know I do. Stay a while? At least for the party? I won't be able to go because I'm sick. Will you please go? For me? Please?" Jane asked, drawing out the 'e'.

Another Author's Note: Ok, so that is my first chapter. Is it too long? Too short? Tell me in the reviews! Let's see... should it be 10 reviews? Ok, then! Until I get 10 reviews, I won't post another chapter. Please R&R! Bye!