Prologue

It was beyond human stupidity, seriously. Yeah right, me being in love with that jerk with almost inexistent IQ, sure. I could almost see the headlines, printed in big black letters on the glossy cover of the "People" magazine: "Young Bestseller writer, Elizabeth Plymouth McKittrick, in love with attractive unknown person of questionable mental abilities"

Great, awesome. I didn't need that crap, not now, I was too busy. But of course, people were always itching for some good gossip, and re-making "The Beauty and The Beast" - this being "The Writer and The Jerk" - in a convenient Reality-Edition was not an opportunity to waste, not for them. People could hardly get any dumber... or shallower. Witch in fact, wasn't as bad. They didn't know he was a jerk, they wouldn't notice even if he himself told them, so yeah:

Dumb + shallow + people = not so many problems for me.

That didn't mean I didn't have problems either... I mean, I was entirely loosing my mind over this gossip for some reason, obviously stress. I was overreacting, but I had the damn right to rip everyone's throats off, I was having a crappy day.

Yeah ok, it wasn't the worst day ever, but it wasn't good either, the weather was so depressing that I was sure emo gangs were out there cutting their veins for no reason. But the depressing weather wasn't the worst part, last night I have had hardly two hours sleep, tomorrow was the first day of school, I was having a bad hair day, I was loosing my mind over school -hee hee, obviously not academic stuff- I had a killer headache, and this freaking gossip was getting on my very last nerve.

The guy -jerk- was ok-looking, but hell I wasn't known for dating jerks, ever, seriously ever. And there was the fact that actually I did like someone... someone I wasn't going to see ever again. Ever. Hell! Why did I always fall in love with strangers? Well, because most of the time cute guys where strangers and everyday people where mostly idiots. Too bad, really it wasn't the best arrangement.

I felt a twinge of pain, I missed him. Well, I had been so... so dumb! I knew I wasn't going to see him ever again, and all I said was "Goodbye" and hugged him just like any other camper would. Jeeze, I had been such a chicken. But what was I supposed to say? "Hey by the way, I really like you?" No. That would make Einstein sound dumb. I got up and looked at myself in the floor-to-ceiling vintage mirror and I raised an eyebrow at my reflection.

"You know it's not the best day for looking crappy" I told myself "you should look all groomed and pretty and... and more like the writer you are, you're not just Lizzie now. You're Elizabeth Plymouth McKittrick, little miss supposedly perfect." I sighed and kinda groaned, I didn't want to be that way, I just wanted to be me "And yes, you're all that, or that's what they want to believe" I sighed again, it wasn't my best day, and my thoughts were very depressing at the moment, so all I had left was grooming myself. I reached out for the flat iron and started working on my messed up gold-ish hair as I just stared at myself, looking better could possibly give my mood a boost.

I wasn't all that shallow, worrying about such things as hair and jerks, but shallowness was easier sometimes, I just didn't want to think about things that could make me even sadder. Things were not that bad at the moment, but right now life wasn't the best ever either, it was just that kinda depressing, kinda empty moments in life when you just realize you have nothing that makes you wish your days keep moving forward, nothing that makes you jump in total excitement and go all I-wish-it-was-Friday!