The Price of Popularity

Everyone thinks popularity means strength, but I watched my best friend Veronica

crumble the moment she got it. We were inseparable nerds who dreamed together until high

school hit. She traded our genuine friendship for fake smiles and designer bags.

Started bullying me to prove she belonged with the cool kids. But here's what

nobody saw - I caught her crying in the bathroom, journaling about missing our old

life. Her secret wasn't confidence, it was pure terror of being alone again.

Sometimes the cruelest people are just the most afraid.