The perfect fake smile

I walk through the familiar corridor where the noise of the shared laughter still echoes, but only in my mind. The class still looks the same as ever, dusty benches, slow fans and the still not cleane...

KinjalI love to write about the things that once confused the kid inside of me. I wish people who read my stories never question themselves or their relationships like I once did. After all, I'm just a school girl, a kid like everyone.