"6 Humano Morphs What Would We Do Without Jill v1.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Spenser M D)

Finally, the police agreed to let the girls go home. But they were still under suspicion until they gave a good explanation for their call, Major Roberts said.

Jill blamed herself for everything.

Her stupid attempt to do something good had gone terribly wrong, as usual. It was all her fault, she told Molly's parents.

But they disagreed, and so did Molly.

"Jill was really the brave one, Dad," Molly said. "We would never have seen those bad guys if it hadn't been for her."

"We would have been better off not seeing them," Jill said. "I'm so sorry about all this, Mol."

Molly's parents said they were proud of both girls, and took them out for ice cream.

"You were just being good citizens by reporting a crime," Molly's mom said. "It's not your fault the police couldn't find anything wrong."

After that, Molly seemed to brighten up. But Jill still felt unhappy.

That night, she slept in Molly's room. In the top bunk, she tossed and turned for hours.

She just couldn't sleep.

In her mind, she heard her mother's words over and over again: "I always knew you'd turn out no good!"

Lying there in the dark, Jill started to cry.

Mom's right, she thought. I am no good. If I were as smart as everyone says, I wouldn't have gotten us into this mess with the police. My mom isn't to blame if her daughter is rotten. I can't stand being me. I hate the way I think and talk and laugh. I hate the way I look. I'm not pretty like my friends say! Molly's the one who's beautiful! Why can't I be more like her? Oh, I wish I could be like Molly! I wish I could just be Molly and never have to be me again!"

She cried half the night, then finally fell asleep.

But even as she slept, Jill was restless. She squirmed and rolled, tossing off her covers.

Just before dawn, she woke up and put on her glasses. She tiptoed out of the room so she wouldn't disturb her friend.

She crept into the bathroom and locked the door. She stared at her own face in the mirror.

How could anyone think that was pretty, she wondered.

Her mind roamed over the lives of people she knew, imagining how happy they must be. Her teacher, Ms. Wolfe Ч she sure looked happy.

Maybe life was better if you were a nice teacher handing out homework to kids. It had to be better than sitting home doing the stupid assignments while your mother yelled at you.

Then there was her principal, Mr. Johnson. He seemed happy, too. He must like walking around with that wooden ruler in his hands, acting tough all day, Jill thought.

Maybe life was better if you were allowed to boss a lot of people around. Maybe that made you feel more important.

But she always came back to the same thought: Molly was the happiest and luckiest person in the world.

Molly had everything Ч great parents, great personality, great brains, great looks. How wonderful it must be to live Molly's life!