Fairy Land.
Fairy Land…
Fairy Land...
Fairy Land
It is Fairy Land…
Gina repeated this mantra over and over, in her head, for like ten minutes.
It is Fairy Land…
Not Monster Land…
Never Monster Land.
It is not Monster Land. It is Fairy Land.
A twelve-year-old Gina Ingram muttered to herself while lying on the grass field with her hand extended to the butterflies flying above the clear sky.
It was noon, but thankfully there were many trees covering the area where she was lying, giving her protection from the sun while she was contemplating about the things that happened today.
Ugh…
Her hand hurt as the blood dripped down from her wounds.
She lowered her hand, grimacing at the pain, feeling irritated at her own weakness.
She cannot s
