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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

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

I realized I didn’t sit at the back

narrowed down at me dangerously.

seat is there.” I pointed to the

up Jacqueline, we are

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

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 looked more like a guy who was sitting leisurely. I looked

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,

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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 because of peer pressure as she quotes. However, She perhaps thought I was a

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

she was a HOD of Biology of our school. Her explanatory

system works. She had already taken help from some of our cla**mates to take

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

example, if you touch a

middle of the lecture Rohan and Nina Snickers jointly. And then laugh pointing a finger towards

does when they tie it in a ponytail. I try to crane my neck to