# Elizabeth (1)

It was forty-six minutes past sixteen when Elizabeth White's cell phone rang. That could be any call, from any one person and received at any time of the day. But it was not!

When the phone rang, Elizabeth White reached into the back pocket of her jeans, pulling out the device. He looked at the display. He did not know the number; It was not on his agenda.


At age twenty-five, Elizabeth White had, as her life purpose, to be a writer. Not being licensed, you will complete high school within a considered, acceptable time frame. He had failed for a year. He could not find a plausible reason to have disregarded his school obligations and missed the year. He felt, nevertheless, that the fact of this had happened as a person.

It was during the repetition of the school year that he discovered the taste for writing; Began by collaborating with the school newspaper, writing opinion articles about fashion, sometimes short stories of fiction and other interventions, true social critiques.

If the texts were initially vague, with the training of writing, the sentences, themes and contents became more intense and incisive. From the space of the school newspaper to the creation of a Blog, it was a matter of time. And that time was accelerating when Elizabeth saw that two criticisms she had written had been censored, one involving the direction of the school that she attended, Elizabeth having recriminated the behavioral difference of one of the vice-directors of the institution, when in an occurrence in the school space, To two students, one of them of black color, in a tone more rigid. For Elizabeth, that aggressive stance toward her colleague, with African roots, was unreasonable and decontextualized.

Elizabeth using her space in the school newspaper, accused the deputy director of racist and frustrated. The article was censored and Elizabeth received a written rebuke. The second criticism was aimed at a teacher whose sexual orientation was admittedly homosexual and who, on a given occasion, seeing in her classroom a student with a smaller skirt, would humiliate her before the class, calling her shameless, offered and depraved, among other adjectives, expelling her from her classroom, informing her:

- And do not appear to me here, dressed like a woman of life! -  Elizabeth attended the professor's inappropriate intervention, produced her article, and presented it to the editor of the school newspaper, who, reading it, introduced him to the school board that censored him.

From the written text and after an internal inquiry, the teacher was forced to make public apologies. From the disciplinary process, however developed by the school on the way she wrote, resulted in a written reprimand.

The Blog was growing in number of followers and visualizations, as well as Elizabeth was growing in the form of writing and in the subjects that approached. The dream of editing a book came up, had the Blog just over a year old. I knew that although the British market is very demanding and that knowledge is a prime factor in getting a publisher to take an original and look at it with other eyes, that same market sometimes launches into an adventure of unknown authors and does of them International best-sellers.

And it was this editorial daydream that made her believe that one day one of her novels would fall into the right hands, read him with soul, give her editorial and commercial value, and throw themselves into a blind bet. He always thought that it would be possible for the lucky star to smile at him. With two novels written and sent to various publishers, the response has always been well-written and politically correct, the absence of answers, or twice the editing proposals supported by it and exorbitant values.

He chose to start a different strategy; Would compete for Literary Prizes, thus trying to gain some visibility in the eyes of those who read and decide the future of the writers.

So she decided, so she did.

(to be continued)