It was my first day at my new school. I joined in class seven. In my new class there was a group of really good looking girls and guys; I refer to them as “the popular gang of class seven.” The girls had their hair done well, they had flawless skin and neat and clean nails. Of course they all had done waxing and all those things to remove arm and leg hair. I admit, the guys were quite good looking, and most probably all the girls in class seven (including me) would have had a crush on them at least at one point of time. Now, it all started when I interacted with one of them. I don’t want to mention his name but I will call him Mr. X for now. I developed a secret crush on him and if I still had it right now, I would have written a whole paragraph about his looks. I liked him anyway and was desperate to look good and get into the gang so he would like me too. So I decided to try to look good for him, thus leading me into buying crop tops that looked awful o...
Voices of Teenagers. They observe. They notice. They Feel. They reflect. They have opinions. They want to make a difference. They Aspire. They Ideate. They share.