Hating my mind - Chapter 1.
Gimmily wake up and looked at mirrow hanging in front of her. She ask herself
-What age I am now? 13, 14,15? Year, I know, I'm 17 - but sometime like now I feel like a 13-aged teenager. Yes, I know, my name is Gimmily, but why do they call me Jamm?
Her boyfriend Sam looked at her with a piece of smile:
-They like you - he said it just like he could read her thoughts
-No, - she thought, - they hate me. Me, and you. But why? I do not know. Maybe we just look another, maybe we just not like them. They do not belive in love, they do not belive us, they do not want to belive in fairy tales. So it is they choice. But why do they hate us?
-You are my sweety, - Sam whispered.
-No, no, do not say so, 'caause I wanna crying when you say so, - Gimmily. And hot tears felt down from her eyes....
To be continued....