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

a staredown with

Halfway across the room, I realized I didn’t sit at the back and we never sit together. Why was I following

looked offended, as her eyes narrowed down at me dangerously.

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

up Jacqueline, we are sitting

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

like he was angry with her. He didn’t seem angry though, when I had

was not like I was stealing his best friend away from him. Even if I

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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

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 tried to make me laugh but I

as a teacher were immense, she was a HOD of Biology of our school. Her explanatory methods were

She had already taken help from some of our cla**mates to take the blinds

senses, processes the information, and triggers reactions, such as making your muscles

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

a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of their jokes. Dang,

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,