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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

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

realized I didn’t sit at the back and we never

down at me

seat is there.” I pointed to the place. Her eyes returned to

up Jacqueline, we are

“But. I sit.”

“Please.”

“Okay.”

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

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. I cut her a side-eye while Rohan laughed as if

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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

don’t understand to this day why I had cried 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 me to go and drink some water. It was a bad memory but

capabilities as a teacher were immense, she was a HOD of Biology

board to teach us how the nervous system works. She had already taken help from

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

a kid pulling back his hand from a plate appeared on the screen. As she explained the example. “For example, if you touch a hot plate, you

finger towards each other, the teacher is facing black-board unaware of

body goes rigid as I realize Rohan’s fingers were sliding in my locks. I clench my hands. He gathered my hair and 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 grip on my follicles, and I stop struggling. Nina now seemed like she was too