It all started when I was twelve.
I was born and raised in a family which was all about studies and values and family tradition and whatnot. Basically, stuff that I was hardly interested in. No to short-shorts, no to crop tops, no to above-the-knee dresses. When asked why, they're reply was, "the world isn't safe."
Even though my family was something that you would define as a "perfect" one, I wasn't really myself when I was around them. Yes, they gave me everything, yes we went on holidays together and yes, everything was peaceful, but they didn't know that everyone has a bad side, and I wanted to let mine out.
I was always a good girl, in front of my parents, but they didn't know about what I had exposure to, and school was a totally different story. When I was twelve years old, in seventh grade, I literally used to look up to the cool girls of my school, who were a couple of years elder to me. No, I'm not talking about the skater girls, who always had a cigarette in their mouth and a beer bottle in their hands. I'm talking about the sleek, popular, "bad girls" whom the school literally worshiped. People in crowded hallways would separate and make way for them, and with a flip of their hair, boys would fall towards the ground. That was the girl I wanted to be.
And, I became one.
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Hello! I'm so excited for this story, you guys have no idea. I'm trying to figure out my updating schedule, but I really don't think I'd be able to stay true to that, as my exams are going on so...yeah.
I'll still try to update as frequently as I can because I'm loving this.
Ily guys.
Aashima xx
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