This story is based on Jane Austen's "Pride & Prejudice", so not everything's the same (so everything stays surprising so you will like to read this story – well, that's the theory ;) ) Please review!
Everything you recognize does belong to J. Austen. Everything you don't... well, that belongs to me!
Note: English isn't my mother tongue, that's why I probably make more grammar mistakes than the most of you ;)

1. A Day Like So Many Others

"Lizzie, wake up!" someone called. Lizzie Bennet opened her eyes and saw her sister's face.
"Take it easy, Jane, I've got enough time to-" she yawned, "- get out of my bed."
"Really? Look at the clock!"
Yawning again, Lizzie turned her head and the next moment she stood on the floor.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" she almost yelled at Jane.
"Hey, don't blame me you're a sleepyhead."
"Who else is there to blame?"
"Let's think... maybe yourself?" Jane watched Lizzie with an amused gaze. Lizzie hated it when she did that, especially when she didn't have time to say something back.
"I'll make some breakfast," said Jane, and she left the room they shared. Lizzie got dressed as quickly as possible and she grabbed her back, which was already packed.
"Did you pack my back?" she asked Jane, who gave her a sandwich.
"Yes, and now go! The others are already gone!"
"They didn't wait for me?"
"No, and I can't blame them."
"Me neither," admitted Lizzie and she ran out of the house.
"Bye Jane! Thanks for packing!" she yelled and she got her bike. The bikes of her younger sisters where indeed already gone. Mary never wanted to be late, and Kitty and Lydia always wanted to be early, so they could see Jesse Dawson arrive.
While she rode to school as fast as she could, she almost hit a bus and an old lady.
"Sorry, ma'am!" she said hasty. A few minutes later she quickly ran into the grey building. "Longbourn Highschool" said the big capitals on the front.
The great hall was empty and she was just about walking to the stairs when somebody called her name.
"Miss Bennet!"
"Yes, ma'am?" she questioned and looked up. She didn't have time for this, but Ms Greenfield was not someone to walk away from.
"Could you please bring Mr Darcy to your lesson? He's in the same class as you."
"O, eh, okay ma'am," Lizzie said answered. She looked at the young man that stood next to her teacher.
"I'm Lizzie Bennet," she smiled.
"William Darcy," said he said. She didn't really like the arrogant way he talked.
"You should go now," said Ms Greenfield in a cold voice and she walked away.
"Right," Lizzie said. "Eh, shall we go?"
"What are you waiting for?" asked William, with a voice so simular to Ms Greendfield's that Lizzie shivered. They went to the stairs.
"We've got maths now," told Lizzie, while they walked on the second floor.
"I know."
"Well, good for you," she snapped at him. His face was blank.
"Here we are," she said coolly, and she opened the door.
"Lizzie, you're late," said the friendly voice of Mr Hoffman.
"Yes, I am. Ms Greenfield asked me to bring this one to our lesson. He's new," Lizzie told their maths teacher.
"I see. You must be... Darcy?" he asked, and William nodded.
"William Darcy, sir."
"Alright, alright... I'm Mr Hoffman. You can sit down there, next to Kenneth."
Lizzie sat down next to Eve Dawson, her best friend.
"Overslept again?" Eve whispered.
"Yeah."
"Who's that?" Eve asked, frowning.
"William Darcy."
"Duh! No, I mean, what is he like?"
"Stupit guy, really. He's so arrogant! I don't like him."
"Good."
"Why?"
"He's handsome."
"Oh no, you're not gonna fall in love with him, eh?"
"Who knows... Liz, calm down!" Eve laughed.
"He's disgusting, really."
"You only know him for a few minutes."
"You don't even know him at all."
"True. But maybe you're wrong, maybe he's a really nice person."
"Maybe I'm Nelson Mandela."

"Talking about falling in love..." began Eve at the end of the lesson, "are Kitty and Lydia still in love with my younger brother?"
"Yes, unfortunately they are," sighed Lizzie. "They can't stop talking about him, it drives me sometimes nuts."
"Yeah... Jesse is quite irritated they always stare at him. They really should stop do that."
"They're fourteen and fifteen... they don't know how stupit they are," said Lizzie.
"You've got a point. But I don't even understand why they think he's handsome... I mean, he isn't. Right?"
Lizzie would lie if she told Eve that Jesse wasn't handsome. He was the most georgeous boy in Mary's grade, but not really her type. Suddenly, Lizzie imagined a handsome face with brown eyes.
"Liz? You're kidding me, right?" Eve asked stunned. "Please say you don't fancy Jesse!"
"No, no, not at all! I don't even like blue eyed guys."
"Ah, I forgot. But do you think Jesse's handsome? They say so, but I don't see it."
"Be happy, you're his sis. But he's not the ugliest guy of the school, I've got to admit that."
"Hm. Well, beautiful is our family's middle name!" Eve grinned.
"You're right, and that's why I'm asking you out for months now," said a voice behind them.
"Michael, please stop it," Eve said.
"No," the blackhaired guy said, "please Eve, please please please please..."
"No-ho," said Eve, laughing because of his begging voice.
"Too bad, man," Christian, Michael's best friend, said. "Maybe you've got to ask Miranda out. I think she fancies you."
"Miranda? Yuk!" said Michael. "Well, beautiful, I've got to go. But when you finally realize what a brilliant bloke I am, you just have to call me!"
"Yeah, I'll do that..." said Eve slowly.
The classroom was almost deserted now, and Mr Hoffman said: "Hurry up, ladies!"
"Yes Mr," and they left the room, going to their next lesson.
"Maybe I should go out on a date with Mike," said Eve softly.
"You're in love with him?" Lizzie asked surprised.
"I don't know. I mean, he's funny and sweet and... good-looking..."
"You're in love with Michael," an amazed Lizzie established. "Well, call him and say you realize he's... ehm, 'a brilliant bloke'."
"I can't do that!" said Eve, "I mean, I'm a little bit shy when it comes to guys, and..."
"Wait a moment," Lizzie said, and she quickly ran into the classroom where they would be taught the next hour.
"Michael!" she called, and the guy looked up.
"Yeah?"
"Eve has realized something..."
There was no need to finish the sentence.