Edit: I did not update I just deleted a chapter and fixed some grammar.

PROLOGUE

"I just don't get it Charlotte. Why can't guys be more like the guys from books? Is it really that difficult to be considerate and sweet to a woman?" I ask my best friend who also happens to be my English professor in the university.

"Well I will never know how men think since I'm not a guy." She answers as she grabs a bag of chips from the convenience store that is around the school that I attend and she teaches.

Ever since I can remember none of the guys I have met have been even 1/8 as incredible as the guys I read in books.

And that to a 20 year old woman is really, really disappointing.

I exhale thinking of all the jerks I have met in my entire life. "I swear Charlotte it seems as if all men go to a special school while we woman sleep so they can be taught the art of being douche bags."

"You're exaggerating Lizzy, not all men are jerks."

"Oh yeah, name one guy who is nice." I tell her stopping her from walking to the cash register

She pauses and looks at her hands thoughtfully, "Bill Clinton!" she exclaims.

I roll my eyes, "He cheated on his wife numerous times"

She taps her chin with her finger as she's deep in thought, her brown hair falling into her face as she thinks of an answer to my question. "Brad Pitt." She answers proudly.

"Cheated on Jennifer Aniston with Angelina Jolie."

"Tom cruise?"

"Really Char? Tom Cruise? I'm not even going to start on him"

"You're just prejudice Elizabeth Bennet, you're always finding faults in everyone." She says as she hands her chips and soda to the Clerk to pay for them.

"Why is it so bad that I'm trying to find a decent guy? A guy who won't cheat on me or be a liar or just plain mean."

"Because my dear friend what your trying to find doesn't exist." She tells me with pity in her voice.

I look down at the book I'm carrying in my hands. "Darcy has all those qualities….he's perfect" I mumble under my breath.

"Oh Lizzy," she says lifting my chin up so I can look into her dull green eyes "Mr. Darcy is a fictional character, no guy like him exists."

I exhale knowing fully well what she's telling me is the truth. After many years of reading books I have given people an impossible high standard that they have to live up to.

No guys with the qualities I try to find in men exist.

Just in books.

In a beautiful fictional world.

I open my Pride and Prejudice book and I read out loud the first sentence "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, is want of a wife" I look up at Charlotte who is looking at me attentively. "Why couldn't Jane Austen write my life?" I ask Charlotte.

"Because you already have your mother writing your life for you." She responds with pity in her voice again.

"Ugh, please don't bring up my mother in this conversation. I'm having a good day today so please don't spoil it!"

"Well you'll have to learn to live with your mother as you're other four sisters have done." She pays for the junk food she just bought, "do you have a 35 cents Lizzy?" She asks when she notices she still owes 35 cents.

"Yeah hold on a second," I place my book in the counter and dig around for some change in my purse. "Here." I say giving her the change she needed.

"Thanks."

She pays for her food and we're able to finally leave the convenience store.

"I just wish I could live in an 18th century novel. Where the biggest concern for the woman population was settling down and finding a husband. Not final exams or worrying that there little sister might end up pregnant, or even worrying about their older sister who is too much of a saint for her own good. Not that I'm saying I agree with the idea of woman depending on men. But I just love the idea of gentlemen with manners and social graces." I bow in front of Charlotte demonstrating to her what I'm talking about. "Now all men can think about is sex and how many woman they can sleep with." I exhale, "Abigail's life just seems so easy compared to mine." I say looking down with longing to my pride and prejudice book….

Wait it's not there.

"Yeah and especially since Abigail has Darcy." Charlotte says dreamingly.

I start to panic at the thought of my book being lost. It's my Dads old copy passed down from his great grandmother to him. I can't lose that book. I only brought it to show the class, my father will kill me if he knows I took it from his office.

I look inside my purse and it's not there.

Then I remember I left it back in the counter of the convenience store.

"Charlotte wait here, I left my book back in the store." I tell her as I run back to the store.

Once I enter the store I see it still perched up in the counter. A gasp of relief comes out of me at the sight of my beloved book. It looks like the store hasn't had any clients since we left since it's completely empty. I was so afraid that someone might steal it.

I run towards it and quickly grab it hugging it to my chest.

I'm about to run towards the door when I hear a voice behind me telling me, "don't move."

My heart stops at the sound of the voice.

"Turn around slowly," the voice says.

I do as I'm told and turn around as slowly as I possibly can. When I'm turned around completely I open my eyes and see a guy in front of me with a gun pointed to my head. He looks like he's in his late 40's. Another guy is at the cash register with a gun pointed at the head of the clerk.

I'm in the middle of an armed robbery.

This is not good.

Not good at all.

"Get on your knees." The man says.

Not wanting to get myself shot I obediently do as I'm told.

"Are you almost done?" The man in front of me asks the guy at the cash register.

"No, I'm not done yet. Come help me if you're in so much of a hurry." The guy at the cash register responds harshly.

I close my eyes as the man leaves from my side and goes to help his friend.

I don't want to die. I really don't. I was just joking with Charlotte. I really do love my world. I love sweet Jane and my dear father. I also love nerdy Mary and even Kitty and Lydia.

God I even love my mother.

I am not ready to die.

And with that thought I quickly look at the criminals who are too distracted at the cash register and open my purse and grab my cellphone discreetly as I dial 911.

Please work, please work, please work.

Oh god, I pray to you that this does work.

"What are you doing pretty lady." A voice says behind me. I turn around quickly and see another middle aged man with a gun.

Apparently the two idiots had another idiot friend.

"I-I-I" I stutter.

"You what beautiful?" He purrs into my ear as one of his fingers slides across my arm. The touch snaps me back to attention, I quickly knee him in his balls and he grunts as he falls down into the floor giving me enough time to escape.

I must have timed things wrong. I must have been too naïve, too stupid.

Now thinking about it I could have done things a lot of things differently to escape what was going to happen next.

To escape the hell I was going to live in.

But my fate was already written.

I had written my fate with that action.

But the truth was that I had written my fate the second I wished for that stupid wish while talking to Charlotte.

For that day of the convenience store was the beginning of the end.

For that day was the day my heart stopped beating.

A/N: I know I know I'm starting another story when I'm not even finished with the last one.

I was actually going to start writing the next chapter for my story One Cold Summer, but like I had mention before I have serious procrastination issues.

I should seriously see a doctor about that.

But anyways this story was going through my mind and I just had to write it down.

I know it doesn't make a lot of sense right now, but I purposely left it like that since this is the prologue.

But please tell me what you guys think and if I should keep writing this story. Since I don't know if it's any good.

So please let me know.