Sometimes getting popular could be dangerous, it could turn you from someone everyone knows, to someone no one wants to know.
They only deny your existence because that’s the hatred you caught up, by getting popular.
It’s about a little incident from my first grade, during the lunch time when we were all playing and a girl from same batch as mine, with curly hairs walked with her bees, as if she were the Queen.
I turned towards Jaanvi to ask about her, but she ignored my question and rushed to the tree near her, hid herself from the girl with curly hairs.
I shifted my attention to my game again and then someone told me her name was Rimjhim from section A.
I was the only person who didn’t know her, because she was the most popular brat from our batch.
The reason being that she was the
