The morning began with two antidepressant tablets. Apart from the teachers, no one spoke to her, and even they tried to contact Sasha as little as possible. There were weeks when she didn't say a word. During lectures, she felt so overwhelmed that it became painful to breathe. Sasha suffered until the break, and then went home. “I’m not like these sweet and sunny girls that everyone loves. My grandmother says that I have a vile character and that I will have a hard time in life. But I have a lot of friends, it’s true. When people congratulate me, I cry every time. She probably did something good in a past life, that’s why I’m so lucky in this one.” Anya sat alone in the middle row across the aisle. He's never seen anything like this. They write songs about people like her. The best poems are dedicated to them. The most heartwarming films and romantic comedies are made about them with a sure happy ending. He watched her for two days, afraid to speak. One story about three different girls, searching for themselves and their place in life, love and rebirth.