This is a collective image from different stories of completely different girls. I combined it for greater brightness, and that this collective image was able to touch different souls. And although it is written in the first person, it is not my story, although it has my "pieces". I hate my body. Since childhood, it brings me only disappointment and trouble. When I was little, everyone was taller and I was teased for being short. I remember asking my mother how you can grow up fast, and my mother joked that you should hang on the bar upside down...

It was a pretty average day for me, Layla, your typical schoolgirl. Sitting at my computer, doing homework - that's how it went. But after a few moments when I had started my Maths tasks, I felt something appear at my window. Turned my head around to notice a portal - a real portal staring at me! And the more I looked the better I understood two things: how pathetic my magic was against this and how familiar the landscape inside of it was. An old, dark wooden corridor was staring at me. I didn't...