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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 didn’t look up at the voice of the

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

I 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

seat is there.” I pointed to the place.

Jacqueline, we

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

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 though, when I had looked at him he looked more like a guy who was sitting leisurely. I looked at their interaction as

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

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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 she quotes. However, She perhaps thought I was a rebel kid who didn’t like attending cla**es. So she gave me a punishment for standing near the blackboard with my arms in the air. Exactly like when police say Hands up. After I did what I was told. She made an example out of me. I cried.

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 much that she told me to go and drink some water. It was a bad memory

immense, she was a HOD of Biology of our school.

taken help from some of our cla**mates to take the

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

appeared on the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if you touch a hot plate, you reflexively pull back your hand and

jointly. And then laugh pointing a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware

try to crane my neck to