The girl's best friend - the original work she walked down the stairs; her balance was perfect as she might be mistaken for a model. Long skirts are placed on high heel boots, sparkling kitsch earrings are hanging from delicate cut jackets and shirts. She circumvented the trunk and recovered, and her bag was with her in the plane. As she entered the terminal, the security cameras turned to see her face clearly, as they did to anyone through a rotating door.
Initially, the story was about her, her best friend died, but before she goes looking for a cleaner looking for her obvious suicide fact. This is a strange book, and I'm not entirely convinced it is useful. When I was writing, I want to imagine what my life as I was watching was spread out in front of me. It was as if I was watching through the blur filter when I was writing in this first step. I can not see things clearly. But then I did not know that then. I thought they knew them very well. Over time, I had enough thought about the background story, and I thought that I wanted to write a sequel. Together with the original novel, two front part. Perhaps when they are still alive, there maybe a few partners regarding love parents: children in New York University in the early 1990's
When I was twelve years old, I wrote a story about two best friends. Girls, hero, tall and beautiful, "best friends" is short and simple. I told my mother about my conspiracy of my story, focusing mainly on the great things our beautiful heroine and her friends were happily cheering on their sidelines. My mother suggested that I change the appearance of the girl. "Why can not a short girl fall in love and win the dance competition?" My mother asked me. This feedback is a huge hit. Even at the age of twelve, I will never support those ugly and ugly people deserving good things. In my defense, this is not a story that we were offered so much. My mother is convinced that I do not remember this conversation, but that has a permanent impact on me.