Life Is Weirder Then You Think (Life Is Strange: Cry x Reader Love Story)

This Is Real

  (Y/N's POV)

I looked around the room frantically, what the hell?! This can't be real! I tried to pull myself together listening to the teacher's lecture, it was the same thing. I looked around the room seeing Victoria, sadly who had a snarky look on her face, I then turned my head seeing a girl who looked at this point, I'm pretty sure was Kate who looked like she was afraid of the world, she then had a piece of paper thrown at her, I shot my head in the direction the paper was thrown from, which it was from some other chick by Victoria. And once again, the teacher was still going on with his lesson. I sighed rubbing my temples a bit, but when I moved my left arm to do so the camera fell off the table breaking, "Frick!" I muttered looking down at the shattered beauty. I moved myself, looking down at the desk. 'Maybe Cry was right..Maybe I actually can rewind time, which means that I can go save that girl! I took a deep breath thinking back to what exactly happened before I ended up back here. 'Okay so, that boy and that girl were fighting, and then he shot her, then I held out my arm...' I thought to myself and looked down at the arm I had out before and moved it in front of my like it was before. All of a sudden everything started going backwards, I felt dizzy from it, I looked over seeing the camera was back in one piece and on the table. I pulled my arm back to stop and picked up the camera looking at it sighing with relief. Once again I accidentally pressed the button to take a picture, I really need to have some time with this thing..Figure out how to properly use it. "I believe (Y/N) has taken what you kids call a 'selfie' a dumb word for a wonderful photographic tradition, and (Y/N) has a gift" The teacher spoke. I put the camera down looking around as the whole class was staring at me. Was Cry seriously telling the truth? I mean..How else would any of this make sense. "Of coarse as you all know, the photo portrait has been popular since the early 1800's. Your generation was not the first to use images for selfie-expression, sorry. I couldn't resist," this is all to crazy..No wait..this is fricking insane. How the hell is this all real!? "Now (Y/N) Since you've captured our interest and clearly want to join the conversation can you please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self portraits." He spoke looking at me, okay, I know that you already asked me this, but I don't fricking know, quick (Y/N) think fast! I thought then it came to me maybe I could still save that girl with blue hair, and I looked up at him, "Er..Uh, Mr.Jefferson, may I go to the bathroom please..its really important." I spoke. "Nice try (Y/N) but your not going to get away that easy, we can talk more after class." The teacher spoke. Great..Just great. I looked over hearing Victoria being a suck up giving the right answer to Mr.Jefferson. I'll show you a daguerreotype.. I muttered to myself looking down at my one hand I used twice before and sighed briefly before holding it out everything int the room started to rewind once more. If I can give him the right answer, maybe I can get to that girl in time.

When I pulled my arm back Mr.Jefferson was looking down upon me again. "Its called the Daguerrian process," I answered, with a bit of pride. "It was invented by a French painter named" I froze for a moment forgetting the name quickly thinking back to Victoria's answer, "the painter's name was Louis Daguerre and this was all done around 1830" I added on and couldn't help but smile. Mr.Jefferson looked pleased too, "Somebody has been reading as well as posing, nice work Y/N. The Daguerrian process made portraiture hugely popular mainly because it gave the subjects clear defined features. You can learn more when you actually finish reading the assigned chapters. Max is so far, way ahead of everybody." I looked down having to clear my throat after he had started, I honestly felt a little uncomfortable with it. Suddenly the bell rang and Mr.Jefferson continued to have his speech " And guys don't forget the deadline to submit a photo in the "Everyday Heroes" Contest. I will fly out with the winner to San Francisco where you'll be feted by the art world. I's great exposure and it can kick start a career in photography. So Stella and Alyssa, get it together. Taylor don't hide, I'm still waiting for your entry too. And yes Max, I see you pretending not to see me." He spoke, I simply rolled my eyes and got up gathering my things just like I had before, and started heading out the class, just like before Mr.Jefferson was talking with Victoria, I walked to the door, reaching out for the door handle.

"I see you, Y/N L/N Don't even think about leaving here until we talk about your entry. I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture." I sighed turning over and walking over to him, "I'm not sure if I have one," I spoke. "Biding time, waiting for the elusive right moment?" He asked and I nodded simply, "Yea," I replied. "Y/N, don't wait to long. John Lennon once said that "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." Go on now, don't let me stop you" He spoke, and I couldn't help but smile, it gave me a brilliant idea. I held out my hand rewinding time once again, and stopped not to long after. I then walked up to Mr.Jefferson and Victoria. "Excuse me Mr.Jefferson, can I talk to you?" I asked. Victoria just looked over and glared at me, "Yes excuse you" she spoke. "No, excuse us, I'd never let one of photography's future stars avoid handing in her picture." he spoke, and I simply nodded, "I'm on it sir, I believe John Lennon once said that 'life is what happens when your busy making other plans." I spoke "Y/N you are on fire today! All the right answers, make sure you finish working on it by today, I have faith in you." Mr.Jefferson spoke I simply nodded and rushed out of the classroom. I hope I have enough time. When I got into the bathroom I thought as I looked around the bathroom covered in graffiti, after doing the few steps I did the first time I heard the door open and it felt surreal. "Leave them out of this bitch!" Nathan spoke while he was looking at the sink the whole time. "I could tell everybody that Nathan Presscott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself." She spoke pushing him. Suddenly he pulled out a gun, my eyes went wide. "You don't know who the fuck I am, or who your messing around with!" Nathan declared . "Where'd you get that?" She asked as he closed her into the wall holding the gun against her. "What are you doing? Come or put that thing down!" She spoke in a fearful tone. "Don't ever tell me what to do! I'm so sick of people trying to control me!" He yelled at her. "You are gonna get in hella more trouble for this then drugs-" Frick! No I can't let this girl die, I have to help her. I thought to myself holding my arm out watching as the girl once shot sprung back up onto her feet, I brought it back to just before the girl came in the bathroom and looked around my area. I saw an alarm but it was covered in glass, Looking at the janitor cart I looked at the items in it but saw nothing that could help me, when I accidentally leaned on it a little to much it rolled over and I saw a hammer, my eyes widened and I quickly picked it up breaking the glass pressed the alarm. The alarm started to blare throughout the school "No way.." The boy spoke and the girl quickly pushed him away from her. "Don't EVER touch me again freak." She spoke and ran out of the bathroom. The boy sighed, "another shitty day.." I could hear him mutter.