Character: Ellie. Page 2

Perhaps this was partly due to her enthusiasm for the numbers - and numbers will not be too familiar. Communication with them is devoid of confusion of emotions. Math intrinsic order, which lacks human relationships. Imagine what the state would sister portraits, filling newspaper pages, the constant references in the news her name. And the book worse. Books pass from hand to hand, settle on the shelves of libraries. In the book Lila will forever remain a victim.

Any story is fiction, subject to the whims of the author. For the reader, staying on the other side of the page, the words follow one another with a certain inevitability, as if the story can exist only in one form, that in which it is written. But any story you can pass today so, tomorrow otherwise. One of the narrator important beginning and ending. For another - the hero, the heroine, the villain. The options are endless you want. And who will determine which version is true?

To me this has already happened and probably will again: just begin to feel that I finally broke away from the past, threw him out of my head how suddenly are something-and past me again.

I was thinking that for the other girls to have a sister is like standing in front turbid mirror and see their own past, myself, only with variations.

Away from the homeland compatriots all seem vaguely familiar.

- Finally we did something together.
- Hey, am I bothering you? Then weigh yourself over the precipice high.

- Look at our footprints - they are the same.
- Maybe it's all you trodden.
- Well, then our shadows, they are very similar.
Exactly. You probably also possum!

- I am not a mammoth I am a possum.
- Yeah, and I'm newt, and this my friends, badger and platypus.

- I thought we can go together.
Crash, ask him why is he picked?
- She says you're a moron and you to fuck off!
- No, she... look, if we got to know each other...
- Tell him I'm not in the mood.
- She said, "fuck you!".
And: "the Glory of possums!".
- I can hear it, okay?
- What do you want, a medal?

It's funny how men always afraid that marriage will become a trap for them. Women don't think about it. It then comes. For life! Trapped! Locked up with a man who's not allowed to say the word "patronizing".

We are in the emerald city
Go way hard,
Go way hard,
The road is not straight.
Cherished three wishes
Will perform wise Goodwin.
And Ellie will return
With the Toto home.

And what do we do?
- Well, to fight back.
- Are there other options?
- To die.

There are women who believe that to kneel before a man - a humiliating. What to take a man's penis in your mouth is disgusting, disgusting that this comes only whore that needs it to endure, to get over this, not allowing even the thought that it is possible to enjoy not least the fact that we all feel from this man. In General they are right, but nevertheless it does not prevent me to feel for them - they don't know what kind of power gain over a man, standing in front of him on his knees.

I imagined him as my knight in shining armor. Such a funny thing with these shining armor turns out to be very quickly fade.