Elizabeth May Bennet had spent all her life in a small town in the outskirts of San Francisco. Her family had a happy and rather peaceful life in one of the most beautiful streets of the town, with houses with white picket fences.

As far as she could remember, Lizzie wanted to write stories to be brought to life. That was probably because of her father, who has spent a lot of time reading to her and encouraging his middle daughter to write. Her mother supported her daughter's wishes to spend her time reading and writing as long as she was still able to drag her to good manners and dance lessons and a lot of other girly activities.

But Lizzie was not the only one who had to put up with her mother's craziness and desires.

Jane, two years older than Lizzie, was the perfect daughter. She was always nice, and sweet and pleasant and never disagreed with her mother or anyone. Jane developed a taste in fashion early in her life and that had helped her sisters to stop wearing the puffy dresses her mother wanted for them.

And Lydia, the younger one, was a force of nature. She had been born three years after Lizzie, and so she received more attention than her old sisters. Lydia was particularly mischievous but had a special ability to get away. Every time Lizzie came up with a new story or play, Lydia was the first one on board to act it.

The other constant in Lizzie's life was Charlotte Lu, her best friend. Their mothers were in the same book club and went into labor at the same day. Charlotte shared Lizzie's interest in storytelling but she preferred to direct and "produce" their plays than to be in them.

Years passed and Lizzie informed her family of her desire to go to Yale. Mrs. Bennet was thrilled because that was the perfect opportunity for Lizzie to find a rich and handsome husband. In contrast, Mr. Bennet knew that Lizzie would develop even further her writing style and technique and that Yale would definitely help her in the future.

The beginning of her last semester as a junior in the local high school was a time of change for Lizzie. Jane had been accepted at the Fashion Institute of Technology, and after requesting a student loan, she had moved to New York. And Lizzie had received her acceptance letter to the San Francisco University High School. It was one of the best college-preparatory schools in the area, and it would boost Lizzie's chances of being accepted to Yale.

Her English teacher had suggested changing schools after reading many of Lizzie's papers. She recognized her talent with words and knew that her student needed more of what that school could give her. So Lizzie had submitted an application and gotten an interview. Lizzie had also applied for a scholarship and had secured it. Everything seemed to be working in her favor, but still, she did not want to leave Charlotte.

"We are going to be okay, bestie", Charlotte comforted her, "it's not like you are moving or something. We are going to see each other every day."

"I know, but senior year was supposed to be our most amazing time together before college", Lizzie sighed, "After that, we are going to be in opposite sides of the country." She knew that Charlotte wanted to go the USC School of Cinematic Arts in Los Angeles.

"It's going to be alright! We still have to go thru this semester and then we will have the summer, remember?"

Lizzie smiled at her friend and let go of her worries.

And then, the summer came and went and Lizzie was ready to start her senior year. She drove with her dad to the city and then took a bus to her new school.

"Have a good day, you'll do great!" her father had said when he dropped her at the bus stop. Lizzie had been saving to get a car, but her funds were still not enough.

Lizzie had to meet with the student's counselor before classes. She had arrived just in time so she hurried through the corridors, looking for the office, when unexpectedly she collided with someone.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? I am so sorry…" Lizzie straightened and looked up to meet with the bluest eyes she had ever seen.