See How It Works Without Any Followers
Written The night that the episode aired.
Isabel Evan's doesn't exist any more. Isabel Evans doesn't exist any more. That's what she told herself as she blindly walked down the hall, she didn't look around at how was staring, and she didn't even care about what she had just done. Only moments earlier, she, with her powers shoved Rusty Peterson into the lockers. Max would no doubt have seen, and she hoped that he did. She hated her brother; she had for weeks but had said nothing. But now it was finally out.
But she also felt trapped, all the things that Max had said to her, it wasn't like Max. "I'll tell mom and dad that you have a drug problem." Isabel almost fell over when she thought of it, she loved her parents and new that they would be devastated if they believed Max's lies.
When she got to her locker, she noticed the number of people staring at her, she was at the other end of the school, and word had spread like wild fire, through the halls, and following her. She looked around, and couldn't stand the whispers, or the stars. In frustration, and anger, she shoved her hand up against the locker and quickly backed up. She motioned, her head held high, and looked to the normal outsider like an average girl who was being strong in the face of rumors, but inside, she had just died.
While walking to the parking lot, she spied a couple making out on one of the benches, but she didn't look long, she kept walking at a fast pace. Until she reached the jeep, she got in, and roughly turned on the gas, and as quick as she could she got out of that parking lot. "To Hell with Max." She thought, as she speeded away, not even realizing at first that he would have to walk home.
But still all she could think about was the thoughts; the constant rambling that went on in her head. "Isabel Evans is dead, Isabel Evans is dead."
By nightfall, Isabel had discussed the events in her mind; she had retraced them over and over again trying to make since of them. But she couldn't, and so she lifted herself from her bed and went to her closet, a large black duffel bag was smashed in between boxes up on the top shelve, she reached up for it and brought it down, setting it on her bed she took out an assortment of cloths and necessities, and packed them in, she made a careful selection of what was to come and of what was to stay. Then careful trying not to make a sound she went to her closet again and pulled out a pair of old and worn jeans, and a T-shirt that was too big for her, and had been since her mother bought it. The she took of black wool Jacket from a hanger and put it on over her T-shirt. And then slapped on a pair of the most comfortable shoes that she had ever worn. Then she placed her long blond hair in a high pony tall, and decided that it was time.
By Midnight she was downstairs, reluctant at first to leave but she new that it was the only way that she could survive. So she lifted her now full bag up to her shoulder and left, she didn't look back until she got to the bus stop, and in looking at the sign that promptly read, NOW LEAVING ROSWELL, she said once again to herself, with a smirk on her face. "See how it works with out any followers."