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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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clenched tighter but I didn’t look up

at Nina. She was in a staredown with the guy, who was talking s*** about me. After some

I didn’t sit at the back and we never sit together. Why was I following her so dumbly? I turned back when her hand caught my

me dangerously.

pointed to the place. Her eyes returned

up Jacqueline, we

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

and stuck her tongue at him. He snorted, behaving like he was angry with 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 shot him back. They were best friends. Their vibe

of us. It was not like I was stealing his

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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

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 tried to make me laugh but I was unable to help it. Instead, I hiccuped so much that she

she was a HOD of Biology of our school.

She had already taken help from some of our cla**mates to take the blinds down and closed the windows.

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

image of a kid pulling back his hand from a plate appeared on the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if you touch a hot plate, you reflexively pull back your hand and your

towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board

hands. He gathered my hair and lifted them high as one does when they tie it in a ponytail. I try to crane my neck to glare at