LIZZY POV

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I tie up my wavy curly blonde hair in a ponytail. I smile in the mirror as I stare at my carefully ironed jeans and white shirt. I stuff on my converses and I walk downstairs.

I see my family all busy beeing around the house.

"Lizzy, make sure to bring back any school library books since its the last day." My mom said rushing down the hall after my naked little brother Bobby. He is 5.

I have a lot of brothers. Make that 4 brothers. I grab my bookbag off the floor my older brother Nick was about to step on.

"Watch it dork." I say.

"Shouldn't I be calling you that?" He asked.

I adjusted my square black glasses and scoffed. I kissed my dad on his cheek when I made it to the kitchen.

"Eat your breakfast Liz." He said.

"Okay." I sigh.

I drop my bookbag on the ground and I fall on one of the seats next to my dad.

Time to introduce myself. I am Elizabeth Quinn. A good girl. I have great grades, I'm O.K on the social chart, and everyone likes me. Fun fact, I'm secretly a writer. Specifically, a fanfiction writer. I also read a lot. Total nerd. I keep that a secret at school of course. I don't tell them my weird obsession over a fictional guy in my books, and movies or the fact I write fanfictions about him, and spend half my day drawing pictures of him and posting them all over my walls.

I finish my breakfast and I throw my bag over my shoulder.

"See you later daddy." I say.

I walk out the door and I start walking to our school.

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"Last day of school!" My friend Carly squealed.

"I'm still surprised about the graduation last week. School is really going to be over, forever." I sigh.

She was the only one who knew about my secret and accepted it.

I smiled and we high fived.  I slammed my locker close and I walked to my first class. Carly made sure to make a scene when she came into english class. She burst open the door strutting like a model to her seat. I giggle and I follow behind her. I fall on my seat and the conversations start.

I overhear people talking about random celebrity news that don't interest me. Until I hear something that alarms me.

"I heard there is a new gangster group in town." I hear someone whisper.

I hear a few gasps.

"Are they cute?" A girl said.

I hear giggling.

"I heard about an author dying." A guy's voice says.

"Who?" I hear someone respond.

"An author of the book series... uh the chronicles of Scolf." He said.

My heart skipped a beat. What?

I hop up from my chair.

"WHAT?!" I yell.

Everyone falls silent.

"Who is dead?" I say.

"The author of the chronicles of Scolf." The guy's voice said.

First comes dread. Then comes denial.

"Not like anyone reads that lame book series." The guy laughs.

Anger and sadness bubbled up inside me. But, I had to stay cool. I was a good girl. I was Elizabeth Quinn the perfect person.

I laugh a forced and weak laugh.

"CLASS YOU CAN SHUT UP NOW!" My teacher Mrs. Carol shouted annoyed.

We all fall silent and I scoot back in my seat. I noticed that I was shaking as I copied down the date in my black notebook.

I was distracted all through class. He couldn't have died. That is just a rumor. The 4th book is coming out next month, why would he just die on me?! Scolf, what will happen to Scolf if the author is dead? Tears threaten to escape me but I make sure to keep it in.

When the bell finally rang I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Carly's.

"Man, I'm so sorry." She whispers.

I smile with force.

"Its okay." I say. But there was no hiding my voice breaking at the last word.

Tears came out my eyes as I smiled. Carly hid my head in her chest.

"We should take a visit to the bathroom." She said.

She is so nice, she really understands how important my reputation is to hide my tears.

"You're lucky no one saw you." Carly said rubbing the tears off my cheeks with a napkin.

This just makes me cry more.

"Girl, its probably just a rumor. Please, calm down." Carly said.

Her dark black hair flowed around as she got more tissues. She was wearing a leather jacket and black boots. She is really short.

"But..." I try to say.

But the only thing that comes out is a sob. I hear the bell ring. Great, we were going to be late. I take a deep breath in.

"Lets make it to class." I say all my tears suddenly disappearing.

I make sure to look in the mirror to see if my eyes were puffy. No. They weren't.

Carly smiled at me and we walked to our next class.

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I opened the front door with anxiousness. I have to check. Did it really happen? Is this true? I drop my bag and I head for the stairs. I climb it two at a time.

I lunge for my laptop. I search the news. When I can't find it relief fills me. But still anxiousness. I searched up: Robert Harold's death.

Things popped up. I read all the titles. It was true. He really was dead. A hit and run. I close my laptop slowly. I take in a deep breath, and I scream. I scream at the top of my lungs. I didn't care who heard. I just did.

My parents came rushing in. My mom watched me in horror as I broke down. No more Scolf and his awesome adventures. All gone.

My dad just turned away. I counted how long it took for me to calm down. By the time I hit 200 mississippi's I lost count and decided to just let it all out.

It was night already by the time I finished my break down. I took a pill for my headache and I layed down looking at the ceiling. I stared at all my posters of Scolf. His flawlessness. I laughed. I'm pathetic. I soon drifted off to the thought of finding that hit and run guy who took the life of my favorite writer.

I woke up slowly. My headache was gone but I felt sick. Maybe I was coming down with something? I groaned as I sat up. I scramble around for my computer. I open it and the bright light hurts my eyes. I groan even more.

I go on my fan site and I write some nice words for the writer and Scolf. Thats when I hear a bang.

A chill goes down my spine. Its probably a stray cat. Or it could be... the gangsters. I grab my covers and I throw them over me a little frightened. I shuffle my headphones on and I listen to some country music. I am too lost in the music to notice the hand that was on my window.

I remove my eyes from my screen when I hear something. Then I see it. A man was sitting on my window. He had a fedora on. His eyes were glowing almost like a cat's. I was about to scream but he slowly put a finger to his mouth. I don't know why, but I don't speak or make a noise.

I just cower in a corner scared for my life. It was a rapist? No it was a murder. Or worse... a gangster.

End of the first chapter ^.^ I know It wasn't as good and probably boring for you, but the second chapter gets better. Please vote, comment, or share don't be a silent reader. Also I would appreciate it if you gave me feedback. I hope you enjoy the rest of this story (: