Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter:
AllyR, KellyWishes-Alot, and BellandGinny.

I planned on making this chapter quite a bit longer but it's late, my back hurts and I'm tired. I wanted to at least get chapter one up and even though this is a short chapter, I'm rather fond of it, especially the beginning. Be sure to review. I have nineteen hits but only three reviews! If I don't get at least between five and ten reviews for this chapter, I won't update. Now enjoy!

Oh yeah and I know the chapter title is called Isabella Marie Swank well... since Bella Swan has been reincarnated why not change the names a bit?

Chapter One
Isabella Marie Swank

The meadow is absolutely beautiful. For miles, that's all I can see. I am the only thing around.

"If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it," a musical and velvety voice whispered in the wind.

I quickly turn around in circles, searching for the source of the voice. I am still completely alone. I inhale and exhale a deep breath, drying to calm my nerves.

"I'm betting on Alice," another voice called out. The voice held pain and I had to do everything in my power to keep myself from crying.

But it hardly seemed fair that I was here alone in this beautiful heaven that was a meadow. As I stood here, alone, I could feel the wind blow my long hair away from my face but as soon as my hair was pushed away, more voices came. They were even clearer now.

"On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read." There was that same musical voice again.

My head was pounding. Why wouldn't they shut up?

"So, did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what?" A very different voice asked me. This voice was different than the velvety one. His voice didn't seem magical at all but I could feel the corners of my lips turning upward in a smile. The males comment had made me laugh, something I hadn't done in months.

"I'm trying to figure out what you are," the words rolled off of my tongue before I could even stop them. I gasped, realizing that the second voice I had heard had been my own.

Who were Alice and Edward? Did I know them before? Why were their voices invading my mind?

"He's a tracker, Alice, did you see that? He's a tracker!" I gasped at the sudden urgency and fear in the voice that sounded much like velvet. I longed to find the source of the beautiful sound and hold them, telling them that everything would be alright.

But I couldn't because all I could see was this stupid, beautiful meadow. I groaned in frustration and plopped myself in the middle of the striking field, shielding my eyes away from the blinding sun.

"Would you like to explain to me how you're alive?" There was another beautiful voice! But this one was different than the one of velvet. This one was almost pixie-like but just as stunning.

Screaming sounded throughout the meadow, forcing me to cover my ears with my hands. I quickly stood up, ears still covered, searching. For what, I don't know. I just know that I want this loud screaming to stop and if it doesn't, I may just go mad.

"He bit her." He? He who? Who did he bite? And why are all these beautiful voices speaking to me? Someone… anyone… help me!

"Enough for forever," the musical voice said before slowly disappearing in to the wind.

The screaming has stopped. I pulled my hands away from my ears and continued to guard my eyes away from the bright rays of the sun.

In the distance, I can see a pack of wolves staring at me from within the trees. I gasp as I recognize one. "Jacob!" I scream. I attempt to run forward but I stop in my tracks, realizing that I had just called for someone that I did not know.

I feel the hotness of my tears running down my pale cheeks. I am alone now and the wind is becoming too cold to bear.

I wrap my arms around myself…

"Bella!"

I head in the direction of the voice.

"Time to get up!"

I'm awake! I want to scream but I can't seem to find my voice.

I continue walking in the direction of the wolves. I'm getting closer…

"Ow!" I cry out as I crash down on to the floor. Another morning of clumsiness hits me again. I groan out loud in frustration as I attempt to untangle myself from my sheets and blankets. I half expect my mother or father to come rushing in, like they used to do when I was little but then reality hits me.

I'm not a little girl anymore and my mother died nearly six months ago.

I was now a seventeen year old and with only one parent.

"Are you alright in there?" Charlie, my father, calls out to me. I glower at the door as I try to stand without falling. Thank God he stopped pounding on the door. Sooner or later he'll be buying me a new door because eventually the one I currently have will have a hole the size of a fist in it. "You're going to be late for school."

I roll my eyes and reply quietly, "I know." I quickly make my way to my closet grabbing a hoodie, a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I quickly glance at my clock.

7:10.

Great! No time to take a shower. I sigh as I change and put my hair up into a messy bun upon the top of my head.

"Bella!" Charlie calls once again. This time, I sigh in aggravation as I slip on a pair of flip-flops, grab my bag and open the door to my bedroom. "About time."

I roll my eyes at Charlie as I walk down the stairs to the front door. "See you tonight!" I call before opening the front door and making my way to my new truck.