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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 look up at the voice

up f*** 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 his friend pointed to a seat in the back where Rohan seemed

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? I turned back when her

me dangerously. My

there.” I pointed to the place.

Jacqueline, we

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

was the second 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 didn’t seem angry

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.

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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

my seat. I did sit down quietly but my tears flowed down my cheeks. She

were immense, she was a HOD of Biology

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

senses, processes the information, and triggers reactions, such as making your muscles move or causing you to feel

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 nerves simultaneously send pain signals to your

jointly. And then laugh pointing a finger towards each other,

in 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