Perfectly imperfect love

I was coming out of my class , and as soon as I stepped out of my class, some boys near by started shouting "dark chocolate dark chocolate", this was how they used to tease me. I felt really bad and started crying and ran as fast as I can.

But then I heard a voice from behind , it was Anaisha (my only friend at school one of the most self- assured & generous person I knew and the only person whom I could trust at school) shouting at those boys , " how dare you , how could you call Vanya so. You guys are just disgusting. Don't you dare a single word against her or I will smash your faces." Well, these types of incidents mostly happened everyday with me at school but now it's the end of my school life and I am happy about it.

SO HEYY,

this me Vanya Sharma. Being topper of my school never served any single reason to me for not to hate my school .And why should I even like that place where I was always bullied for my dark complexion, long hair and big spectacles. Where i was always told by my peers that I am going to die old and alone and no one is going to such a nerd like me. Where for people i was always just a person to mock upon .

It's not like I never took any action against those bullshit people I tried to complain about their behaviour to my teachers but what can you more expect so rather than understanding my situation they took it lightly and told me that it's me who is overthinking.

I hated going to school.

I used to hide myself behind my books to avoid any type of interaction with anyone . Even my parents barely interested in me . They were always busy with their work . They thought that providing their child with all the luxuries was their only responsibility but they never understood that more than luxuries I wanted their love and attention.

Every night I cried and felt like ending all this and why not should i, there was no one who loved me who cared about me except dadi she was the only person who cared for me who pampered me and she was the only reason for whom i was living .

Since my childhood dadi had told me story of Prince and princess . How a handsome prince comes and save the princess and they lived happily ever after.

These stories were my reality escape. I always used to think that one day a prince will come and take me with him and we will live happily ever after.

But as I grew I realised that these stories are not real. The world is not as good as that in the stories of dadi , rather it's just a wicked place with brutal people who merely think about anyone. In reality neither any prince nor any happy ending exists...