Prologue
Sixteen-year-old girl was looking at her reflection in the mirror.
She wasn't looking that bad. Although not as good as she was looking before her date with "the one". Well, she figured out at this boring two hours in the cinema and another at the restaurant, that he wasn't the one after all. When this awful date ended, she was laughing. Just a little bit. The only thing that she had to defense herself was the fact that he ended with spaghetti on his head. She just can't stop laughing, after seeing his face.
- Mary!
- I'm coming! I'm coming! – She shouted, running out of her bedroom.
Following noise she walked into small living room.
There, on the oldest sofa she ever saw, was sitting her mother, Jasmine Grey. She was looking straight into her daughters blue eyes with fear.
Yes, her mother was afraid of her.
Funny, isn't it? What scared her? Pink highlights? Brow piercing? Maybe this huge combat boots? Or the fact, that she was punk? Who knows, who knows…
- What? – Mary asked rudely.
- Pete's mom phoned – said her mother. – She was saying something about spaghetti and laugh. Did something happen on your date?
Well, if nothing happened, why would his mother call?
- I don't know – said the girl and walked up the stairs to her room.
It was the only place, where she could be herself. Deep in her heart, she wasn't badass chick she pretends to be. She was just a little, lonely girl that wished, that someday she would find her prince charming.
She let familiar darkness surround her, as she cried quietly…