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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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want this s*** now.” My palms clenched tighter but I didn’t look up at the voice of the

a staredown with the guy, who was talking s*** about me. After some stank-eye between them,

would she? Perhaps 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?

as her eyes narrowed down at me dangerously. My face contorted

to the

we are

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

last because the last one was occupied by Rohan. He scoffed at us. Or most probably me. Nina turned around and stuck her tongue at him. He snorted, behaving like he was angry with her. He

by someone jealous of us.” I held myself to roll my eyes at her. He wasn’t jealous of us. It was not like I was stealing his best

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students stops and we realize the teacher has arrived. Everyone greets her by standing up and singing Good 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

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

was a HOD of Biology of our school. Her

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

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

the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if you

laugh pointing a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board

my locks. I clench my 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 him, but he tightens his grip on my follicles, and I stop struggling. Nina