Fame. It was always FAME. The only thing that makes you and in a way destroys a little part of you. They've always said, " think twice what you wish for"; but you know that 13 year old me knew nothing better than my own naïve-ness. I always wish they see me like they did in hush tones when the most attractive and confident humans walk in my highschool corridor. Being a chocolate skin short and stout girl, I always wanted to be admired or rather one can simply comprehend as being the ' centre of attention'. Days and years passed by, onto which I've gained what that 13 year old me wished for. I was the centre of attraction; admired for once, by the fairer (not referring to the complexion here) class of humans. It was always great if you'd ask me. To have folks initiating conversations, being intrigued by you is all one could ever ask for. But now, here I am, 8 years later, that same 13 year old who is quite vulnerable but have mastered the acts of masks. The