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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 of

She was in a staredown with the guy, who was talking s*** about me. After some stank-eye between them,

why 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

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

there.” I pointed to

we

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

her tongue at him. He snorted, behaving like he was angry with her. He didn’t seem angry

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

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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 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

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.

she was a HOD of Biology of our school.

my head and noticed, The lecture had started as she moved from blackboard to smart board to teach us how the nervous system works. She had already taken help from some of our cla**mates to take the blinds

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

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

laugh pointing a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of their

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