Dying is fun, right? Why the — excuse my language — fuck are you asking me? Do I look dead to you? So this is me, Elizabeth 'Liza' Miller, daughter of the God Morpheus — yes mortals, Greek Gods exist, get use to it and Shayla Miller — an abusive and a bitchy woman that I call as a mother but don't worry folks. I have a motherly figure — that she will be introduced at one point in this book.
Look I don't why I'm writing this book, 'cuz I want? No, because I want you to experience the pain, guilt, deaths and etc etc — basically the bat shit craziness that other and I elementals have experienced. Why? I don't fucking know, man to be honest I don't swear as much as Alex does — but look at me. In Alex's words "I'm growing up. I'm so proud of you Lizzy." Yeah, absolutely utter bullshit, but her story comes from another time.
This is my time to shine. And so be it.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Lisa's loud alarm went off, a faint groan was heard from the layers and layers of blankets on the bed. "I can't.. I can't breathe!" Then there was gasping and soon the bed was thrashing around until a blob of blonde hair came up. Sighs, "I can breathe..."
"ELIZABETH!!" A shout of her name call out. "WAKE UP YOU BRAT!!!" Her so-called-mother-dearest shouted from downstairs. Liza sighs, "great another day in hell..." she mutters as she gets up from her bed, goes towards the shower and strips, but before she could — she obviously brushes her teeth before getting into the shower. Thirty minutes later, she gets out and into her room to change into her plain white clothes. White ripped jeans, white shirt with a white leather jacket and white ankle boots. Basically everything to do with the colour of white.
She then left her room and bumped into her brother — well technically step-brother, Adam Miller. Adam Miller is an tall built man that stood at 5'9, his light blue eyes shined in malice as he looked me up and down, he wore casual clothes that could compare to a homeless man, his auburn hair was a mess, with leaves and sticks sticking out. Liza sighs, not before rolling her eyes at the sight of the stupid boy. Adam, who noticed the eye-rolling glared at her. "Dressed up to impress, huh? Who're you dressing up for? And how come you never dress up for me?" Adam roughly grabbed her when he noticed she wasn't answering him, but before Liza could break his arm a bang was heard throughout the hallway.
Standing near the staircase was a platinum blonde man with piercing grey eyes with a hint of light blue hidden inside. He held a gun, which was pointed at Adam. "Never. Manhandle. My. Sister. Got it?" He glares at a bleeding and crying Adam.
"Got it?" The man demanded, holding the gun up once more.
"Raphaël! I think that's enough." Liza says, not before kicking Adam in the balls, not before leaving with her brother. "I think you went overboard with this one, besides I was just about to handle him myself."
"I know you can take care of yourself little sis," he says in a thick French accent, "but you seriously need to consider moving out this pathetic home, look what happened to Marcel, Timothée and Emile."
"I know, I know. I'll just... I'll consider it..."
Raphaël kisses her on the cheek softly before gently leading his sister to the kitchen. "Your gun was on silent right?"
"Of course, with Asterix's marvellous gun creations, no one can detect the bullet leaving the gun from within 1 mile, anyone with 24? 30 cm can hear the gunshot from inside."
"I've got to try with Fab — Asterix's creation."
"Maybe later. Now it's breakfast, we have to deal with the little demons." Liza giggles at the perfect description of her so-called-family.
"Shall we?" She holds out her arm.
"We shall." He links as the duo leaves a passed out Adam in the corridor.