Just a girl. With her own world. With simple wishes and desires. A person. Who wants to be someone. Who doesn’t know where to go and what is the right team. A reader. Who reads because it helps. Because it’s the part of her world. A writer. Who doesn’t even try to imagine her world with out own characters. English is not my language. I don’t belong here. But I believe in one language. Language of writers. And I’ll try it on.