Prologue.

Probably everyone who communicates with me will be interested to know the story of my life. It all began seventeen years ago ... In the dead of night, on the full moon from ward number 117, a baby cried came, it was I who was born, at fifteen minutes on the first first of September. Mom said that I sobbed insanely loudly and waved handles in all directions. Father took us three days after giving birth. Then came my carefree childhood, until about six years old. Father, as usual, was driving to work, approaching the bridge, had to slow down, but the brakes did not work and he crashed into the railing, breaking them. Naturally, the jeep broke through the so-called obstacle and flew into the abyss of no return with my father. There were no sisters or brothers, in fact, for the first reason.

My mother and I lived in an old apartment in the center of the metropolis. On the outskirts of Evin, my grandmother settled - my dad's mother. The only thread connecting me with the memories of my father. We didn’t live poorly, I won’t say that there was a large excess of money, but we could afford an apartment and two cars. Yes, I drive a car, and I have a driver’s license, which is a big merit of my mother. It was she who taught me driving (on various toys and books) from childhood, so that in the future I easily passed all the exams at a driving school. I don’t know where she got such a passion for cars from, because in our family no one else is fond of racing.

The area of the apartment was ninety squares, my mother, two cats and a dog fit perfectly in it. One cat lived with us temporarily. In the absence of grandmother Olya, Rosa moved to us.

Mom’s boss was extremely kind, polite and helpful person. In his company, she worked for more than five years.

If we talk about my personal life, then the guy never was, I liked a couple of boys about three, four years ago, and I still don’t understand how these people with a low level of development could cause me even a drop of sympathy.

There are, or rather, were best friends - Nicole, Samael and Annie, but not destiny, as they say, became friends with us. Oh, she spoke directly in verse. In short, I liked Samael, and Annie and Nicole knew this very well, but Annie (as it turned out later) became his girlfriend when I was getting ready to confess my love to a guy. Actually, she lied to me brazenly. Because of what I am terribly ashamed, it is because of my stories about Samael to her and such a fierce description of his merits. I still sometimes imagine how Annie told the guy all this, and together they laughed at the foolish Izi. But everything was a lie, and I hate it the most in life, so our paths with ‘‘ friends ’’ diverged. Now I don’t understand the reasons for the end of our friendship with Nicole, probably we were four for too long and the image of Nicky began to remind me of two traitors.

Turning from the long-standing to the latest events, I want to say that on this day absolutely nothing has changed and did not speak of such a sharp change in the situation in life. One ‘‘ beautiful ’’ day, I was waiting, my mother tired after work. A delicious dinner was waiting for her on the table in the kitchen, and I was at the door. At exactly five o'clock in the evening, the sound of an intercom signal ran through the apartment, and I immediately rushed to the front door to meet my mother. The click of the lock told me that the door was ready to open, and I quickly pulled the handle toward me. My smile disappeared without a trace when I saw the sight of the parent. She stood with a strict, determined determination to take extreme measures and at the same time a desperate face; with difficulty restrained tears, so as not to burst into tears with me. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the apartment, I immediately rushed to the dressing room. And I was still standing in the doorway. What ever happened? Can someone explain to me what happened? Mom wandered around the room like crazy, hurryingly collecting things. When the stupor passed, and my legs agreed to listen to the commands of the brain, I went into the hall. What I saw scared me in earnest. Are we leaving somewhere?

- Mom, what's going on? Are we eating to grandma? - I did not wait for an answer - Mom! Explain what is going on? - for the first time I was so screaming at her.

- Belle, I was fired from work. I fell into contraction ... - she said it so calmly, as if it were a trifle!

“But you are the best employee!” They could not fire you! There are so many mediocrities who can be expelled without harm to the company, but not you!

- Belle, listen to me to the end, that's not all ... Due to the loss of work, we will have to leave indefinitely.

To say that I was in shock is to say absolutely nothing! I was terrified! In this city my whole life! Home, favorite car, grandmother, pets ... All seventeen years of my life I have to quit ?! No! I did not subscribe to this!

“You can't do that!” Here is my "everything"! - anger overcame me from the inside, and ambition did not allow me to reconcile.

- We have no choice ... Now, quickly collect everything you need and call a taxi to the airport! - if it was physically possible to break the glass with a voice, now from her screams all the windows in the house were broken into the smallest pieces, as well as my hopes for a change in my mother’s decision.

Apparently nothing can be done. Mom always weighs the pros and cons before making a decision. So this is something serious. It is pointless to argue, all that I will achieve is a quarrel. Perhaps soon we will return to Evin, my mother will find a new job, and life will improve.

Legs led to my room, now the former (how unusual to call it that). I went to the closet, where on my shelf lay my tourist backpack. Having examined all the shelves with things, I determined what the most necessary things need to be taken. Suddenly anger swept my whole body, and clothes flew from shelves to the floor. The dog probably came to the noise, this is “she,” Betty is the beagle. Only her appearance calmed the rage of the demon in me, otherwise, I feel that I again went to the first floor to express complaints to my mother. You must take the dog with you. But will it be allowed? Without Beth, I’m nowhere, the most faithful and reliable friend who will never betray and will always listen! Yes, I’m talking to her, the only way I get rid of stress, disappointment and guilt. Even in today's situation, she balanced my scales of the world. She hid the dog in a backpack, inside it will be comfortable on soft clothes, and there is so much space that three Bettys can easily fit there. Upon arrival at our "new home" there will be nowhere to go, and she will remain to live with us.

***

I still arrive in a crushed state. And I do not recognize my position. I do not admit that we all abandoned everyone. I do not admit that this kind-hearted man fired my mother. I do not admit that I am now on an airplane and flying to another part of the country. Everything seems to be unrealistic, a terrible dream, the alarm clock is about to ring, my eyes will open, and I will be lying in my cozy room, the rays of light will break through the curtain, and Thomas and Rosa will sleep next to me on the bed, Betty is on the rug, and Mom is cooking pancakes in the kitchen. But no. I really do not sleep and do not even rave.

The plane landed a long time ago. Coming out of the plane, the part of the brain responsible for the colors of the world seemed to be disconnected. Silhouettes of people sailed past, hurrying to land. Near the airport we were met by a car. The luggage was taken by a healthy, two-meter ambal and loaded into the trunk.

A small settlement in the mountains with blooming and smelling nature. I noticed how well-groomed streets and houses. How is this usually? The walls are covered with uncultured expressions, scribbles (because they couldn’t be called ugly drawings), but these people have strict orders - regarding cleanliness and ecology.

I did not expect such a warm welcome from this small town. Remce is located in the mountains, with nature full of colors, clean air and well-mannered people. But at the moment it annoyed me, reminded me that in the near future I would not return home and now that’s all - my new world.

We were brought to a new "cage". Two-storey villa! "Chic"! Where does the money come from? These are three mother's salaries.

We are located in this house. I found the brightest room and “booked’ ’” it. By the way, I have not yet told my mother about the fluffy “surprise” in my backpack. After removing it from the back, I got Betty out of there. She happily wagged her tail, apparently also tired of sitting still, the only ray of light in this whole situation.

I went down to the first floor, and my mother was just finishing laying out things.

- Mom, I need to hear the answer. What is still happening?

- Isabella, - if she calls me that, it means a serious matter - everything is very complicated, but don’t worry, we will go back to grandma ... a little later.

- When, mom?

- When? When bad people stop looking for the thing that is with me.

- What is this thing? Why don't you give it to them? - What is such an important item that my mom can have?

“My sun, firstly, this thing is very dear to me, secondly they will destroy it, but I don’t want it, well, and thirdly, it’s not quite a thing, as they think ...” she said this to such sadness. I covered my eyes, memories from the past flooded me, about my friends and our comfortable apartment. Suddenly I felt a gentle hug on my shoulders, opening my eyes, I saw my mother very close. She hugged me, thereby saying: “I understand that it is hard to accept. It’s not easy for me either. Understand me, honey. ” All anger and disappointment are gone. I even had fun and was already thinking about a new school, classmates, friends whom I hope to get here. So we stood for about five minutes, but my mother pulled away and joyfully declared:

- Stop being sad! It is necessary to finish laying out things and set about home improvement. After tomorrow you will go to school!

By the way, in the courtyard is the third of September, the day off, and even the beginning of the year, so I essentially did not miss anything. In addition, I'm in love ... in love with autumn! Maybe I'm a crazy little girl, but I can walk for hours on a red-yellow carpet of leaves. Never, no one thought about the autumn contrast? How to combine: warm shades of yellow, orange, red leaves and a feeling of comfort, with a piercing, cold wind, covered with gray clouds and puddles on the asphalt.

***

The first school day. The mood is good, but the weather ... leaves much to be desired. Gloomy gray sky, drizzle rain, and the wind - just horror, cold, making his way to the bones.

Having somehow reached the school via the “navigator”, in the form of my mother’s drawing with turns, I went in search of number two. Climbing the steps to the school, I went to the attendant.

- Excuse me, do not tell me where the director’s office is?

- Of course, child. Turn left and immediately go into the first door. There will be a sign with the inscription: "Director of the school Valeria Dmitrievna Gorpunova.

- Thank you so much! - went in the direction set by this elderly woman.

I safely found the director’s office. To my surprise, the excitement inherent in my person, went on vacation today, so I was able to calmly knock on the wooden door, and without any nerves to go into the office by invitation.

- Come in! - sounded from the room. I jerked the handle and went inside.

There sat a very charming woman of about thirty-five, with a bob on her head and a pen in her hands. She beat off a rhythm on the table.

- Hello. I'm Isabella Liley-Nick. Recently transferred to you. Mom said to go into your office, find out the class schedule and get to know the class.

- Yes of course. I’m Valeria Dmitrievna - a class teacher, your 11-B and part-time director of the school, as you already understood. The class is small, only twenty students counting you, of course. I wrote the schedule on a piece of paper. - she handed me a double sheet in a box with eight rows filled with letters. - Now your class has a lesson in the thirty-third office. I will accompany you, and after class you will come back to me again, we go to the school library for books.

We left the office, a massive wooden door slammed behind my back, and this sound echoed off the walls of the corridor along which we walked to the desired room. On the sides flashed signs with numbers: twenty nine, thirty, thirty one ... We stopped at the door with the number thirty three. The director knocked and went inside, followed by me and slipped.

While the woman introduced me to the class, I examined my future classmates. Some of the boys gave me lustful looks, their eyes were burning, and the rest indifferently lowered their eyes into notebooks. The girls did not pay attention to me, only three persons from the whole class were apparently glad to transfer the new one.

During the “fascinating” director’s monologue, one of them turned to the back desk, and they began to whisper. By the way, they put me one, for the second desk, just between these girls.

When the director went away one of them turned to me and introduced themselves.

- Greetings in our class. Ignore our fools. I am May, behind you Veronica and Kristina. We are friends and would like you to join our company.

- Thank you ... Hi ... - I did not expect such a turn of events. Usually not so, newcomers are met (in a good way).

I was grateful to them. I could not think that so kind and sincere people remained in the world.

After the lesson, they explained to me “what” and “how”, showed the dining room, sports and concert halls, the restroom ... ahem ... (I do not like this word). They gave me to rewrite the weekly schedule from the diaries, and even took me home. After meeting them, my day clearly got better. I no longer grumbled like in the morning, and the smile did not leave my face! brazenly lied. Because of what I am terribly ashamed, it is because of my stories about Samael to her and such a fierce description of his merits. I still sometimes imagine how Annie told the guy all this, and together they laughed at the foolish Izi. But everything was a lie, and I hate it the most in life, so our paths with ‘‘ friends ’’ diverged. Now I don’t understand the reasons for the end of our friendship with Nicole, probably we were four for too long and the image of Nicky began to remind me of two traitors.

One ‘‘ beautiful ’’ day, I was waiting, my mother tired after work. A delicious dinner was waiting for her on the table in the kitchen, and I was at the door. At exactly five o'clock in the evening, the sound of an intercom signal ran through the apartment, and I immediately rushed to the front door to meet my mother. The click of the lock told me that the door was ready to open, and I quickly pulled the handle toward me. My smile disappeared without a trace when I saw the sight of a woman. She stood with a strict, determined determination to take extreme measures and at the same time a desperate face; with difficulty restrained tears, so as not to burst into tears with me. As soon as I crossed the threshold of the apartment, I immediately rushed to the dressing room. And I was still standing in the doorway. What ever happened? Can someone explain to me what happened? Mom wandered around the room like crazy, hurryingly collecting things. When the stupor passed, and my legs agreed to listen to the commands of the brain, I went into the hall. What I saw scared me in earnest. Are we leaving somewhere?

–– Mom, what's going on? Are we eating to grandma? –– I didn’t wait for an answer –– Mom! Explain what is going on? - for the first time I was so screaming at my mother.

- Belle, I was fired from work. I fell into contraction ... - she said it so calmly, as if it were a trifle!

“But you are the best employee!” They could not fire you! There are so many mediocrities who can be expelled without harm to the company, but not you!

- Belle, listen to me to the end, that's not all ... Due to the loss of work, we will have to leave indefinitely.

To say that I was in complete shock is to say absolutely nothing! I was terrified! In this city my whole life! Home, favorite car, friends, grandmother, pets ... All seventeen years of my life I have to give up ?! No! I did not subscribe to this!

“You can't do that!” Here is my "everything"! - anger overcame me from the inside, and ambition did not allow me to reconcile.

Legs led to my room, now the former (how unusual to call it that). I went to the closet, where on my shelf lay my tourist backpack. Having examined all the shelves with things, I determined what the most necessary things need to be taken. Suddenly anger swept my whole body, and clothes flew from shelves to the floor. The dog probably came to the noise, this is “she,” Betty is the beagle. Only her appearance calmed the rage of the demon in me, otherwise, I feel that I again went to the first floor to express complaints to my mother. You must take the dog with you. But will they allow it? Without Beth, I’m nowhere, the most faithful and reliable friend who will never betray and will always listen! Yes, I’m talking to her, the only way I get rid of stress, disappointment and guilt. Even in today's situation, she balanced my scales of the world. She hid the dog in a backpack, inside it will be comfortable on soft clothes, and there is so much space that three Bettys can easily fit there. Upon arrival at our "new home" there will be nowhere to go, and she will remain to live with us.

***

The plane landed a long time ago. After leaving the plane, the part of the brain responsible for the colors of the world turned off again. Silhouettes of people sailed past, hurrying to land. Near the airport we were met by a car. The luggage was taken by a healthy, two-meter ambal and loaded into the trunk.

We were brought to a new "cage". Two-storey villa! Chic! Where does the money come from? These are three mother's salaries.

I went down to the first floor, and my mother was just finishing laying out things.

- Mom, I need to hear the answer. What is still happening?

“Isabella,” “if she calls me that, then this is a serious matter - everything is very complicated, but don’t worry, we will return to grandma ... a little later.

- When, mom?

- When? When bad people stop looking for the thing that is with me.

- What is this thing? Why don't you give it to them? –– What is such an important subject for my mother?

“My sun, firstly, this thing is very dear to me, secondly they will destroy it, but I don’t want it, well, and thirdly, this is not quite a thing, as they think ...” she said to such sadness. I covered my eyes, memories from the past flooded me, about my friends and our comfortable apartment. Suddenly I felt a gentle hug on my shoulders, opening my eyes, I saw my mother very close. She hugged me, thereby saying: “I understand that it is hard to accept. It’s not easy for me either. Understand me, honey. ” All anger and disappointment are gone. I even had fun and was already thinking about a new school, classmates, friends whom I hope to get here. So we stood for about five minutes, but my mother pulled away and joyfully declared:

- Stop being sad! It is necessary to finish laying out things and set about home improvement. After tomorrow you will go to school!

By the way, in the courtyard is the third of September, the day off, and even the beginning of the year, so I essentially did not miss anything. In addition, I'm in love ... in love with autumn! Maybe I'm a crazy little girl, but I can walk for hours on a red-yellow carpet of leaves. Never, no one thought about the autumn contrast? How to combine: warm shades of yellow, orange, red leaves and a feeling of comfort with a piercing, cold wind, covered with gray clouds and puddles on the asphalt.

***

The first school day. The mood is good, but the weather ... leaves much to be desired. Gloomy gray sky, drizzle rain, and the wind - just horror, cold, making his way to the bones.

Having somehow reached the school via the “navigator”, in the form of my mother’s drawing with turns, I went in search of number two. Climbing the steps to the school, I went to the attendant.

- Excuse me, do not tell me where the director’s office is?

- Of course, child. Turn left and immediately go into the first door. There will be a sign with the inscription: "Director of the school Valeria Dmitrievna Gorpunova.

- Thank you so much! –– she went in the direction given by this elderly woman.

- Come in! –– sounded from the room. I jerked the handle and went inside.

There sat a very charming woman of about thirty-five, with a bob on her head and a pen in her hands. She beat off a rhythm on the table.

- Hello. I'm Isabella Liley-Nick. Recently transferred to you. Mom said to go into your office, find out the class schedule and get to know the class.

- Yes of course. I’m Valeria Dmitrievna - a class teacher, your 11-B and part-time director of the school, as you already understood. The class is small, only twenty students counting you, of course. I wrote you a schedule on a piece of paper. –– she handed me a double sheet in a box with eight rows filled with letters –– Now your class has a lesson in the thirty-third office. I will accompany you, and after class you will come back to me again, we go to the school library for books.

During the “fascinating” director’s monologue, one of them turned to the back desk, and they began to whisper. By the way, they put me one, for the second desk, just between these girls.

When the director went away one of them turned to me and introduced themselves.

- Greetings in our class. Ignore our fools. I am May, behind you Veronica and Kristina. We are friends and would like you to join our company.

- Thank you ... Hi ... - I did not expect such a turn of events. Usually not so, newcomers are met (in a good way).

I was grateful to them. I could not think that so kind and sincere people remained in the world.