I'm not Stephanie Meyer, because if I was, I'd be writing Breaking Dawn or Midnight Sun, not a fanfiction. But since I'm writing a fanfiction, what does that tell you? Yeah, that's right, it tells you that I'm not Stephanie Meyer. But, anyways, enjoy.
Someday
Isabella turned off the engine to her car, and sat there for a minute and examined her surroundings. Nothing had changed here, either, so it shouldn't be too hard to find her way around. With a resigned sigh, she opened the car door, and stepped out into the cold. She was back at Forks High School. She had found her house, and settled in. By now, she should have her emotions under control, so she wouldn't burst into "tears" at any given moment. She pulled her coat tighter around her, and went to the office to get her schedule.
Her first class was English with Ms. Havana. When Isabella walked into the room, she froze. The deep black pixie-like hairstyle was all too familiar to her. She had seen it many times before, and had hoped with what was left of her soul that she wouldn't see it again. She had wanted to see Alice again, of course, when she was still human, but after she became a vampire, she wasn't so sure. Anyways, it wasn't really Alice that Isabella didn't want to see again. It was more of who would be in Alice's company. So she did the only logical thing to do: she ran. She was almost back to her house (she had found one on the edge of town, and since there weren't many apartments around, she had finally decided to live in the house), when she realized that Alice would know she was here anyways, what with Alice being able to see the future. So she decided to face her fear of meeting Edward again. She slowly turned around and started on her way back to the school.