hi …
my story is about being famous.everyone thinks that 2 b famous is good bt I dnt think so……
when I was in 4th class ..my brother was in 12 th class.he was vry famous because of his sports skills…
when I was in 4th….people started saying……”look she’s sis.
so people keep saying tht she’s shaan’s sis.
to b famous ….is lyk evry one in d cls notice u…I was in 10th n was enjoying……tht I m famous…but who knows d side effect..evry 1 talking about me.. I started bunking cls to get attention I enjoyed a lot in 10th….bt when bords came…I thought I will not get evn 60 % but its came…80%. I was shocked….and thr rise my over confidence….
now came 11th cls ..n I wanted to b famous….for myself not by my bro. so it was my 16th b’day…..I smoked 1st tym…and I got famous I started making bf…to get famous…..
6 dec ….I meet an accident…I was with my frnd she was of diff skol n she was also famous in hr skol….accident was with a tractor she broke hr hand and leg bt I was only injured on head…..bt not much injurd…
I was in café….I heard my classmates standing behind me talking about me…I was happy….bt aftr a few min I heard thm saying…’vo hai na, pta h she racing with a guy n also she was drunk’ ….I was shocked I was nt drunk n I was nt racing also….I was so drpressd after listening those things ……I was famous…bt I realised later tht everyone talking bad about me…..thy abuse me. I dnt know what 2 d0?? I myself spoiled my repo. I always use 2 sit alone in d cls…..I feel alone….I ws having no frnd…so I was frustrated ….me apni frustration mom dad p nikane lagi n…..I stared feeling tht no 1 is wid me ….not my parents and not my frnd…..I was crying whole nite ….my dad entred in my room I was crying..he asked me wht happn I told him evry thing….tht happened….dad said..ur 12th cls is strted u need to focus only on u study…he explained me ….b good n b happy if u got good result evry 1 will com 2 u
tht when I realise 2 b famous is good bt for good thts nt for d bad thinks…..ur repo is in ur hands….so jst think twice while doing anything….
my story is about being famous.everyone thinks that 2 b famous is good bt I dnt think so……
when I was in 4th class ..my brother was in 12 th class.he was vry famous because of his sports skills…
when I was in 4th….people started saying……”look she’s sis.
so people keep saying tht she’s shaan’s sis.
to b famous ….is lyk evry one in d cls notice u…I was in 10th n was enjoying……tht I m famous…but who knows d side effect..evry 1 talking about me.. I started bunking cls to get attention I enjoyed a lot in 10th….bt when bords came…I thought I will not get evn 60 % but its came…80%. I was shocked….and thr rise my over confidence….
now came 11th cls ..n I wanted to b famous….for myself not by my bro. so it was my 16th b’day…..I smoked 1st tym…and I got famous I started making bf…to get famous…..
6 dec ….I meet an accident…I was with my frnd she was of diff skol n she was also famous in hr skol….accident was with a tractor she broke hr hand and leg bt I was only injured on head…..bt not much injurd…
I was in café….I heard my classmates standing behind me talking about me…I was happy….bt aftr a few min I heard thm saying…’vo hai na, pta h she racing with a guy n also she was drunk’ ….I was shocked I was nt drunk n I was nt racing also….I was so drpressd after listening those things ……I was famous…bt I realised later tht everyone talking bad about me…..thy abuse me. I dnt know what 2 d0?? I myself spoiled my repo. I always use 2 sit alone in d cls…..I feel alone….I ws having no frnd…so I was frustrated ….me apni frustration mom dad p nikane lagi n…..I stared feeling tht no 1 is wid me ….not my parents and not my frnd…..I was crying whole nite ….my dad entred in my room I was crying..he asked me wht happn I told him evry thing….tht happened….dad said..ur 12th cls is strted u need to focus only on u study…he explained me ….b good n b happy if u got good result evry 1 will com 2 u
tht when I realise 2 b famous is good bt for good thts nt for d bad thinks…..ur repo is in ur hands….so jst think twice while doing anything….
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