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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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boy whistled, “Dude. I want this s*** now.” My palms clenched tighter but I

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 to

room, I realized I didn’t sit

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

seat is there.” I pointed to the place.

Jacqueline, we

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

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

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.

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chattering of 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 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

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

was a HOD of

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

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

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

and Nina Snickers jointly. And then laugh pointing a finger towards

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