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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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whistled, “Dude. I want this s*** now.” My palms clenched tighter but I didn’t look

“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

pitiful? Halfway across the room, I realized I didn’t sit at the back

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

to the place. Her

we

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

the cla**room, but the seat we took 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 though, when I had looked at him he

stealing his best friend away from him. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to achieve that. I cut her a

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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 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

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 was unable to help it. Instead, I hiccuped so much that she told

a HOD of Biology of our

She had already taken help from some of our cla**mates to take the blinds down and closed the windows. The lights at this time were off and the pointer in her

and triggers reactions, such as making your muscles move or causing

example, if you touch a hot plate, you reflexively pull back your hand and your nerves simultaneously send pain signals

Snickers jointly. And then laugh pointing a finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of their jokes. Dang, they have so much fun

high as one does when they tie it in a ponytail. I try to