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Always Take Disrespect personally. Wrongly. Always.” [Jacqueline]

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[Jacqueline’s POV]

I followed Nina by looking at her feet, as the noise around us grew louder. I shouldn’t have worn her clothes. I wasn’t even sure if I looked nice or if I looked fat. Me wearing a short top while my hair laid down on my shoulder loosely. It was creating a hell of anxiety within me.

A said to cla**mate B “Well, what the hell is she doing with Nina?”

“Who knows?” B answered.

“Did you see what she is wearing?” C questioned.

“I did. Dang, she doesn’t look that bad.” A replied.

“I think she is trying to impress someone.” B scoffed and retorted.

“I think you are right.” C and A agreed.

I wish what they said to be true. If only I could impress someone, I might have been having normal friends like them. I might be gossiping about someone like them too. I sighed, I didn’t need to pity myself.

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this s*** now.” My palms clenched tighter but

She was in a staredown with the guy, who was talking s*** about me. After some stank-eye between them, the guy sat down as his friend pointed to a seat

guilt? Or maybe she found me pitiful? Halfway across the room, I realized I didn’t sit at the back and we never sit together. Why was I following her so dumbly? I turned back

down at me dangerously. My face contorted

seat is there.” I pointed to the place. Her eyes returned

we are sitting

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

her. He didn’t seem angry though, when I had looked at him he looked more like a guy who was sitting leisurely. I looked at their interaction as Rohan showed his middle finger to her to which she snorted and

not like I was stealing his best friend away from him. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to

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Morning Mam, while she smiles and replies, Good morning students. Mrs. Neha Tyagi was pretty and tall. Her wheat skin was free of any makeup and around spectacles covered her eyes. Her black eyes always seemed to be filled with kindness. Her face was Oblong a short b***on nose and thick lips. Her clothes were always of modest light colors. She was a remarkable teacher and extremely hardworking at her job. I could still remember the first time we met face to face. It was about the time when she was just a**igned to teach us biology and I was unable to attend her cla**es because my peers always used to lock me up in the washroom. After a week, they were bored and left me alone so when I did attend her cla** she asked me why I was unable to answer her because of peer pressure as she quotes. However, She perhaps thought I was a rebel kid who didn’t like attending cla**es. So she gave me a punishment

why I had cried the way I did. Seeing me crying she first thought I was being a dramatic kid but then realizing that my tears were for real she asked me to go back to my seat. I did sit down quietly but my tears flowed down my cheeks. She asked me for reasons and even

a HOD of Biology of our school. Her explanatory

and noticed, The lecture had started as she moved from blackboard to smart board to teach us how the nervous system works. She had already taken help from

takes in information through our senses, processes the information, and triggers reactions, such as making your muscles move

hand from a plate appeared on the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if you touch a hot plate, you reflexively

And then laugh pointing a finger towards each other, the

when they tie it in a ponytail. I try to crane my neck to glare at him, but he tightens his grip on my follicles, and I stop struggling. Nina now seemed like she