I didn’t even bother arguing with her. Sure, I had tons of friends in and out of Hollandus United, but I felt that BeBe was one of those people who told me what I needed to hear instead of what I wanted to hear whenever I was upset.
That anger of mine held over until after school. On that day, I went to have dance lessons.
Even my teacher noticed this emotion in me.
“Kalyani, what’s wrong? There’s so much rage in your movements.”
“Ms. Barnyachev, I have an issue with people thinking I’m fake and I can’t stand it.” I started to reveal my frustrations to her.