This is the Prolouge, first chapter thingie to Not Just Any Girl. Read an Review, please?
She was woken up by the blaring of her alarm, like every day. The noise abruptly stopped, followed by the crash of her clock hitting the floor. She groggily sat up, sleepy emerald eyes looking at the floor, instantly widening upon noticing the time. "Shit! Elizaveta, you're late!", she yelled at herself, rushing to her closet.
She pulled out her white blouse, plaid skirt and knee-high socks, pulling them on as quickly as possible before dashing to her mirror and running a brush through hair. She slipped on her shoes, grabbed her backpack, and dashed out the door like her life depended on it, which it did. Well, her school life did anyways.
She was in one of her if-looks-could-kill-the-whole-world-would-be-dead-right-now moods. But, nothing fazes the strong-willed Elizaveta, right? Wrong. Unless being lashed out at by your stupid, piano-playing ex-boyfriend is nothing. She shook those thoughts from her head and sped up, only to find herself looking at the sky from the ground's point of view. She jumped up, sprinting off again with only a "Sorry Mr. Vargas!" to the dizzy Italian behind her.
I'm sorry this first chapter is short. It's more like an introduction. If I get two reviews, I'll continue. If 1302 sent you here, I thank her, just as long as she doesn't send me death threats...