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Chapter 1

        Texting is an easy form of communication that everyone uses nowadays. It’s a natural part of my generation, I’ve been using it since I got my first cellphone when I was thirteen. In person, I’m not exactly the most outgoing person. That changes when I’m online or when I’m texting. I feel more confident, probably because I can’t see the expression change on a person’s face if I say something weird or wrong or really random. Texting turns me into a confident, funny, cool-sounding person. This is most likely because whoever I’m talking to can’t see how I, Liz, also known as Lizzie, Stepford, actually am a  bit of a loser and a nerd.

        That’s what I’m like in real life. Outside of the world of technology, I am nowhere near cool, I am a fandom-loving, book-reading nerd. There are a lot of hipsters and ‘cool’ people who watch one superhero movie and they suddenly call themselves ‘nerds’ and they buy those stupid fake glasses. Let me make it very clear: I am not one of those people.

I really do wear the glasses though. The ones with big black frames, but mine aren't fake. I had braces when I was younger, but thank goodness I got rid of those before I needed the glasses. I now have a retainer, one of those annoying ones that have to be taken out before you eat and if you forget about it you spend ages cleaning out. That is a minor sign of my nerd-dom.

Next sign is a small one. I’m not really into makeup. I just never learnt how to use it properly and my mom never really offered to teach me. I don’t have any sisters to learn from either, just a big brother. We don’t talk much, we’re so different. Daniel’s a complete jock and I’m definitely not. He’s in university for athletics, scholarship and everything. It was because of him that I had grown up being forced to watch sports games whenever they were on. I guess that could be one of the reason’s why I’m not much of a girly girl, a sporty big brother toughened me up a bit.

My friends are a lot like me. We all share various fandoms, we read books- no, not just for school- by authors like Jane Austen and Louisa May Alcott, and we all love our cellphones. We’re constantly swapping phones during lunch to look funny Tumblr posts or random Facebook pictures. We are the type of people who are considered ‘the good students’. Everyone thinks we do all of our homework, get straight A’s, win all of the academic awards and all of that stuff. In reality, we stay up until 3 am to start and finish a huge project due that same day, cram for tests last minute and sit on the internet all night, but somehow get decent grades. We aren't really academic nerds, more like fandom nerds.

I was with my friends during lunch when I found the number. Zana, Vicky, Adelaide, Cass and I were sitting in the cafeteria at Richmond Hill High School with a bunch of other friends. We had gone through our first two classes of the day and then joined up for lunch, just like we always did. Unlike most days however, I got hit in the head halfway through eating my salad. 

Now usually, someone would apologize if they hit you in the head with a ball of wadded up paper, right? Not at my school. As I leaned down to pick up what had hit me, I could hear the idiots who had thrown the paper. Straightening back up, I could tell from the looks on their faces that the girls were trying not to laugh their butts off. Why was it always me who got hit whenever someone decided to thrown something without aiming? I turned around to see who my assailants had been. I was not surprised by who I found laughing.

The football boys, also known as the soccer boys and the basketball boys. They were like junior versions of Daniel. The athletes of the school, they thought they were so amazing. This was not the first time that they had thrown something- it is not always something as nice as paper- at me or one of my friends. Tanner, the head of their little band of jerks, Zeke, Nath, Carter and Oliver. They were all idiots in my opinion. It wasn’t that they were terrible academically, I’m certain they actually did alright in class, but it was just the way they acted.