Sita is perfect at everything. No matter at smarts, beauty, or popularity…but you are just better.

The halls are flooded with students circling podium, awaiting the results of the poetry contest. Sita stands in the front. She smiles, proud of her entry. Yet when the winners are announced, she's left stunned. Her name is called for second, As for the first, it's your name

Envy builds in her but she decided to congrates you with the other students…she can't let her envy show, atleast not yet