Lizz, a story of how one girl can feel so much

Chapter I - The tornado

It was another day, I woke up, brushed my teeth, took a shower (yeah I take showers after I brush my teeth I'm weird like that), dressed up and went to school, but somehow it felt different. There were no clouds in the sky, the street was so quiet... I looked through my neighbor's window and didn't see the little kids taking breakfast in a rush to not miss out the morning cartoons.

I arrived at school, with a giant headache, I saw my friend Sophia at the entrance and we met up together. I noticed she was acting kinda different aswell, I don't know if it was the way she was speaking or the way she was looking at me, but something there looked odd.

Then something happened, it felt like a giant tornado formed inside the school, it started small but it quickly ate the whole building... A steel beam was flying at my direction...

And just like that, I woke up in class, another fucking mr. Ramsay's class, I swear to God I've fallen asleep like 3 times this month.

-And there it is, our sleeping beauty Lizz, ready to answer the question? - asked the teacher.

-Uhmm why me?

-Why you? Oh let me think, because it's like the millionth time you fall asleep in my class, so now, please tell us the name of the process that gave birth to the first self-portraits or as you kids call them, selfies?

-I... I don't know...

Zoe raises her harm in a desperate way and says:

-Louis Daguerre was a french painter who created "daguerreotypes" a process that gave portraits a sharp reflective style, like a mirror. Now you are totally stuck in the retro zone. Sad face.

Jesus Christ she is sooo anoying, she thinks of herself as the queen of Blackwell... I guess its just one of those girls.

-Well done Zoe! Looks like someone has been paying attention to class. You guys can read all about this theme on your books or even.. online.

Finally the bell was ringing and it was time to leave that stupid class. I rushed to the bathroom, dude I was sooooo freaking about to burst. I went in, got into a cubicle and sat there for like 5 minutes just looking at the ceiling, thinking about life. But then, I heard the door, I thought it was someone normal like Maria or Beatrice, but it was a guy's voice, I swear it sounded like one:

-You can do this Jake, you are the fucking king of the school, your parent's own this place, this entire town.. Why am I even talking to myself, I must sound crazy or some shit, well perhaps I'm crazy, it's just a freaking deal, I've done this like a million times, it will be fine.

Another male voice enters the place:

-So do you have the product?

-Yeah I do, but why the fck are we in the girl's bathroom?

-Because no one comes here like ever, only those stupid depressive one's like Lizz and Maria, but they should be home now so we are good.

-Ok then... here you go.

-This is gonna sell so gooooood Campbell, I'll keep you updated with the profit.

-Okay, now I have to go, my parents want me home soo yeah take care Mike.

-Bye Campbell.

They both leave. I can't even believe this, like that was Jake fucking Campbell, he is member of the richest family in all Mirfield. Was that a drug deal? Were those some posters.. I guess I'll have to investigate this, cooool it will be like those books I used to read. AN ADVENTUREEE FINALLY!