In Her Shadow
After four years of grinding, I made it to college, nailed my undergrad, and aimed for grad school.
When Kingsford University's grad acceptance hit my hands, I lost it, tears and all.
However, even there, some still pegged me as the chick who tried to swipe her sister's spot and got tagged with some nasty rep.
Everyone in my class ghosted me.
Even the lunch lady gave my tray the side-eye, dousing it with alcohol like I was toxic.
Luckily, my advisor saw my potential and assured me she was not swayed by idle gossip; only hard results mattered to her.
Bab Populer