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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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s*** now.” My palms clenched tighter but I didn’t

boy.” Nina seethes. “One more word and I will kick you so hard, your sun will never shine.” My head jerked up at her as I looked at Nina. 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

realized I didn’t sit at the back and we never sit together. Why was I following her so dumbly? I

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

to the place. Her eyes

up Jacqueline, we are

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

with her. He didn’t seem angry though, when I had looked at him he looked

get affected 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 friend away from him. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to achieve that. I cut her a side-eye while Rohan laughed as if we had cracked

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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.

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 tried to make me laugh but I was

teacher were immense, she was a HOD of

already taken help from some of our cla**mates to take the blinds down and closed the windows. The lights at this time were off and the pointer in

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

plate appeared on the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if

Nina Snickers jointly. And then laugh pointing a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of their jokes. Dang, they have so much fun

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 now seemed like she was