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Hello readers,

Just for some extra knowledge let's read about the most important topic; Bullying.

I have seen that The common mistake that bullies make is assuming that because someone is nice that he or she is weak. Those traits have nothing to do with each other. It takes considerable strength and character to be a good person.

Bullying is never fun, it's a cruel and horrible thing to do to someone. If you are being bullied, it is not your fault. And, You are worthy. And if any bully is reading me right now, I want to tell you it's not only a bump in anyone's life but it's an epidemic with long-lasting consequences such as depression and in some cases suicide too. So please be kind to everyone you get to know.

Jacky's POV :

"Ugly, Ugly, Jacky is ugly, They sing while kicking and screaming in the washroom stall I was in.

I couldn't help but sit on the toilet seat to stop myself from crying out loud. However, The voices never even once stopped, " Ugly duckling comes out, We were having fun." I heard one of the mean girl's voices.

'Fun! Hah, if cutting someone's hair and Knocking them to the ground, again and again, is fun. I would never want to feel that kind of fun again. I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want to give them one more reason to bully me as they please.

"Ugly Jacky, if you come out now we will go easy on you." The pretty girl from my class shouts, yet I know. She's lying. The last time she said this was when I stole her favorite pencil because that was mine and she had forced me to give it to her. And that time she had kicked me thrice along with her minions. I'm not proud of myself but I have heard from my classmates that taking your stuff back is not theft.

"I'm not ugly," I yell knocking my tiny fist on the wall of the restroom. I don't understand Why they only bully me, I have never caused any of them any trouble. I have never lied to my parents. I have never even laughed at Anyone.

and I always thought I'm a good girl.

They start to yell more loudly and that only made me more nervous. They even started singing in chorus "Jacky plus ugly is equal to July, Jacky plus tacky is equal to jacky".

I Continued to cry, a loud wailing one, and inhaled through my stuffy nose. I cover my ears, rocking myself back and forth, "Plews Go Away!"

"Jacqueline."

"Jacqueline,"

a voice shouts and suddenly everything turned into a blur. I open my tear-filled eyes to see my little sister standing beside my bed with a bottle full of water. Her face is red and full of impatience.

I frowned, 'Oh. Thank God. So it was a nightmare again!'

I release a deep breath and then grab the bottle from her hands. 'Nikki behaves like a mom, sometimes; I mean which younger sister will wake up early in the morning just to wake everyone up.?'

I put the bottle down and sit up. Seeing my tears-filled eyes Her face softens, "Are you alright Jacky?"

I smile and nod "I'm fine. Just the nightmare."

She shakes her head at me and smiles, "It's 7'O clock in the morning, So you better hurry up."

I nod my head and ruffle her black hair. while she swats my hand away and laughs walking towards the door.

The moment she left, I rush to the bathroom. My eyes wander towards my reflection in the large mirror. My big black doe eyes were filled with tears while my large nose feels stuffy. I still feel ugly.

But The most bearable thing about my face that I like would be my heart-shaped pink lips. However even they have a flaw, I have spacing between my front two teeth. My body is still large according to my height which is 5'3.

'I'm fat and ugly.' I sighed helplessly and get dressed in ten minutes. 'I guess I don't need make-up. after all, what's the use of all makeup If I will be still ugly.'

My thoughts were interrupted by the ping of my phone. Shaking my head I browsed through my Facebook account and found a new text message from my new FB friend. I remember his name was Remo or something, I have accepted his friend request in February, yet we never chatted. Back in January 2012, I have commented on a post that had his image posted because of some competition. and I found him cute. His eyes were beautiful, it almost felt like his eyes were saying several tales to me without even saying a word. and I admire that kind of intimacy when someone can make me feel intimate by keeping their mouth shut. Moreover, He was supermodel handsome, even tall and there wasn't an ounce of unwanted muscle in him. But it was almost a month Why would he suddenly text me? I mean me of all people! Sometimes I wonder how many times someone made an effort to know me? I guess it was much lesser than my age. Hah, less than 17!

"Hey, Beautiful !"

My eyes sharpened as I stared at the text.

Beautiful? I am not beautiful. it must be because I haven't put out a picture of my face on FB. And he hadn't seen me. But still, it felt good!

"Hey, Handsome," I answered back. I wasn't foolish enough to confess about my appearance. If he thinks I'm beautiful then so be it.

I waited for five minutes, but then there was still no response from him.

'You are not beautiful stupid, just let him be.' My subconscious taunted me.

I sighed inwardly and glanced at the clock "Fuck! I am going to be late for school."

It's not like I enjoy school, but then at least it was better than the environment we have at home.

I love my country However In India women are always suppressed by their husbands and it was the same in my case too. My Mommy was suppressed by Her inlaws and her husband. Gender discrimination is at its peak here. It is patriarchy that provides the family life force to unfavorable environments that girls and women of all ages face in India. Despite the principles of gender equality being embedded in our Indian Constitution's preamble Gender discrimination goes on.

So whatever the causes are, it has affected my family. My mother is depressed and My father is abusive. Now the situation is turning to be a little better in the past. My life has been a mess.

Shaking my head I left the room with my backpack, it wasn't time for going back down memory lane.

"Your life shouldn't be a "let's correct everything I did a project

Your life should be let's be happy to project."

"so stop living a life of compromises and insecurities."

"You are meant to be epic or not ordinary."

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Jacky's POV:

As a student in 12th grade, I was curious about the college world to see what college will give for many of us like me. we all have our whims. And I had to. I have observed student's best days are the days of school life. However, in my case, It didn't happen. So I was hoping for better college life.

A flower in bloom is loved by all and in this lies its glory, similarly, I want to achieve everything in life and become happy in my mind. I know By attractive appearance people can win love and affection and maybe command respect too. I might not be having that. but I still want to be happy.

External appearance might have a psychological effect on people.

But I want to win hearts maybe one day I will be able to do that.

Maybe when I will be able to love myself with all my flaws or believe that I am not what I was told I look like.

These thoughts consumed my mind again and again till I reached school.

My school is situated in the end zone of the city; Delhi, I adore Delhi. it is the hometown of SRK Yeah the Superstar, Shah Rukh Khan.

it is India's capital territory and a massive metropolitan area in the country's north. In Old Delhi, an area dating to the 1600s, sits the compelling Mughal-era Red Fort, an emblem of India, and the sprawling Jama Masjid mosque, whose courtyard fits 25,000 people. Nearby is Chandni Chowk, a vibrant market with food carts, sweet shops, and spice stalls.

Despite the low air quality index, people are of high standards here. They mind their own business. and that's the rarest quality you will find in our culture.

Our school's name is Modern School. Despite the word, Modern My school uniform is not so modern. it's an outmoded style.

it comprises a white kurta and a grey shalwar. if I explain what Kurta is?

it's a long tunic while salwar is trousers that are typically wide at the waist but contain a narrow bottom. They are held up by an elastic belt, which causes them to become pleated around the waist. Trust me, it's not stylish it makes me look more fat than I am.

To truly keep the spirit of the studentship, I make sure to follow all the rules and regulations my school has created for us.

The moment our bus reached the school gate, everyone around me darted towards the door.

People had always been selfish to me so I knew, it was better to leave at last. After all, it was better than earning curses from them. No, my bus companions didn't torment me. But they didn't like me either. So I try to steer clear from them. it's better that way.

After everyone left, I walked outside the bus and waved goodbye to the driver. I hope out of both of us at least he will have a good day.

Looking at the sky, I felt like the sun was veiled beneath the magic.

It felt like today was a good day.

The moment I rushed to class, The bell for the morning prayer rang, However, for me, it was a blessing in disguise. Because I was not in a mood to cope with people.

In the meantime of morning prayer, I closed my eyes and smiled wistfully. How I wanted to be that girl who wanted to see the cruel people with rose-tinted glasses. So that they may appear less unpleasant.

But life has shown me the real faces of people, How the world is full of fake, artificial, and pretending people.

My life had never been delightful, it was full of terrible hardships. Just after a few days of birth, my grandparents tried to slaughter me with a lot of creativeness. They tried every method They could to make sure I die. But as the saying goes on,

The one who is protected by God cannot be killed by anyone

Even if the whole world turns out to be his enemy

they cannot bend even a single strand of his hair.

I survived, My mother found me before the scarf that my grandfather had tied around my neck could take my life. it was tied so tightly that I was gasping for breath when she found me. if she wouldn't have cut its straps. I would have died. But then maybe it would have done me good. I wouldn't have felt too much pain at least.

It wasn't like they never tried again, they tried and tried but at last, failed.

In the end, they were so frustrated that they chose to quarrel directly with my parents. I don't know why would a grandparent want to end their first grandchild. I mean weren't they supposed to cherish me. I guess I wasn't lucky. I mean who would want me as their first grand-child.

However, the reason was something different, when I grew up a little, I learned from my mother, It was because they never wished for my father to have any heirs. Because he was the lone bread earner of their family.

When he and my mama was charged by his own family, he eventually left to inhabit somewhere else.

My thoughts were interrupted by the voices of my classmates, I perked up my head to see the prayer was over. I stared at the tall figure of our class teacher with blurred vision.

"Are you Alright Jacky?" Miss Reina inquired.

I coughed violently and managed to muster up a smile as I uttered,

"No mam. I wasn't able to have breakfast today. So I feel a little drowsy." and it was true Since my mother is always sick, I didn't get the opportunity to have breakfast and it was one of the reasons why I was fat. Because I rarely get home-cooked meals.

"Oh, Then you better hurry up to the class, I have chocolate. You can have it." Miss Reina smiled kindly.

While my classmates snickered in the background, Of course, according to them I don't need to have breakfast. I should just starve myself. While Miss Reina shouted at them to keep their mouth shut.

"It's completely Okay to be hidden or to wear the mask, to stay behind the bars of a smile, or to be invisible with the scars we carry. Until you find someone who would love you for Who you are and not the one for becoming while wearing a mask. You'll have to wait with a smile on your face, And, till then you can bleed through words. She will be invisible to my stories."[Ifveen]

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Jacqueline's POV:

After the assembly, I was able to attend Four classes without any disturbance. Although I never got the perfect chance to make any subject my favorite one. it was like I liked maths in high school yet my marks were very low in it. So I took biology and left maths in plus-one.

But Biology was a subject that I never really paid attention to it Till high school. But as time progressed, I started having a tiny curiosity about biology. It's a wonderful subject plus I got great marks on it.

I knew according to my luck, there won't be a day in the world that I will be over without my bullying.

Bell for lunchtime rang. And I knew if I didn't leave the class first. I will be insulted by some of my best friends.

Just as I reached the corridor, Someone pushed me and I took two steps back to manage my stance.

"Oh, My Jacky queen. Can't you see where you are going!"

This voice. Ah! Tina not again.

"I'm sorry Tina."

"Sorry, my foot."

"Baby, she doesn't even deserve to be your foot," Jaan spoke in a mocking tone.

"You are right baby! Look she has oil in her head. Eww, it's gross."

The prettiest girl in my class said to her boyfriend. I shifted in discomfort, knowing very well that Tina was speaking about me.

While he gave a once over to my entire physique. it made me shudder in embarrassment. I knew I had too much fat which was distributed to my whole torso. It was like My breast were enormous.

Why wouldn't they be? My whole childhood, I ate chocolates like a pig. Also, They say you inherit your breast size from someone in your family. So in reality My mother was blessed with a large breast too.

Mine was 36 inches and a D cup. I have never seen anyone in my class having that large breast. However, My waistline was pretty large it was almost 32 inches. So that covered them from looking too extras. Also, my stomach was 35 inches large. So you could tell I was granted with a curvy fat body. But, What mattered was that I was big.

"You are so fat Jacky. Why don't you just starve yourself? I promise you will look beautiful after that." Tina's boyfriend Jaan said loudly. The rude and the most handsome boy in our class always had the time to mock me. other than me, you will never find him bullying anyone. His rude words and his mocking advice shouldn't have disturbed me. I should have been used to it. but it still did. it hurts like hell. it always did. Jaan always had a way of being rude to me.

"Jacky, what a waste of your lips. if only you can be a little lean. I would have thought to make you my girlfriend. But you always have to eat."

His words brought a shiver to my spine, Just when I looked up I saw him staring at my lips. Taking a deep breath I tried to move away from him but he caught hold of my wrist.

"Where do you think you are going, sweetheart?"

"What are you doing Jaan? It's Jacqueline." Tina said as she tried to free my wrist from his hand gently.

For once, I was happy for her presence. she might have bullied me a lot but at least she never tried her boyfriend to do that to me. She was kind for that matter. Maybe it was her sixth sense as a girl that his boyfriend was interested in me and in the wrong way.

"Tina let go of my hand." No, it wasn't a request from Jaan. it was a warning that she understood clearly.

Still Ignoring his words, She managed to pull my hand from his. Yelling at my face.

"Get lost."

Sighing in comfort, I ran through the corridors to reach the classroom.

"God Bless tina. Fortunately, you saved me today."

Yet His unpleasant words kept echoing in my head till the end of the day. I never understood why he always was rude to me. I never provoked him. Except for his girlfriend's interest in me, there was no memory of me provoking him.

Shooking my head, I started focusing on my studies. Slacking off in a class was never my style. Anyway, these bullies are never going to pay me.

[Evening]

When Stars started filling the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was as if the promise of life turned into darkness. I returned home.

As I passed through the room of my mother. I saw her crying hysterically. feeling bad for her. I left my bag at the table and turned towards her room.

"Mom, What happened?" I asked her sitting on the small chair near her bed.

"Who are you?" She asked in a hoarse voice.

Seeing her not identifying me broke my heart. it was so wrong of God to do that to me.

"Your daughter Mom."

"But, I don't have a daughter. You are lying." She yelled and started throwing things on my face.

Knowing things will be more difficult If I opposed her. I sat down, trying to smile through tears.

"Mo. I mean Aunty, I am your neighbor. Uncle had asked me to take care of you. He is on a business trip."

"Oh. But, I feel he was here 20 minutes ago. he even slapped me. See Leila see." She showed me a handprint on her face. seeing her face, instantly brought tears to my eyes. 'How can he do that to her? Why was he so cruel? God. Why?'

Shaking my head in pure disappointment. I masked my emotions trying to make her calm.

"Aunty it must be a dream. He is not here for three days now."

"You are right. Joel loves me so much. he would never hit me. it must be a dream."

"Yeah. Here take your medicine."

"What medicine? I Am fine."

"Don't you have a headache?"

"Oh my gosh. I forgot. Thank you so much for your help dear. You know if I was pregnant at that time I might have a daughter of the same age as you."

Her words cut through my heart but I still manage to fake a smile giving her the tablets.

"You are welcome, Aunty."

Closing the door, my tears broke free continuously. For years, My life had been nothing but a bed of thorns. There had been so many adversities I have faced that it has turned into a normal routine.

Cleaning the mess in the kitchen. I made an egg Omlet for me and my sister. Placing it in the hot-pot for her I left it in the kitchen.

Being done with dinner. I moved to my room cleaning it and then trying to sleep. But with all the sadness, it became impossible to sleep.

Turning on my phone, I opened my Facebook account. instantly there was a text from Remo.

......

"How are you Beautiful?"

For once, she wanted to forget she was ugly. so she replied.

"I'm beautiful! remember. But How about you?" Remo threw the water he was drinking. Replying instantly.

"Wow, Smartass. I'm extreme for you."

"For me?"

"Yeah for you."

"You are funny."

"You are the first one to say that to me."

"Oh, I know that this must be the same line you have texted the girl you must be talking to before me."

"So you are intelligent too Jacky. But no, I am not lying. People usually say either I am too hot to handle or something about my body. They don't usually go beyond my face and body.

Wait I will send you a Screenshot."

"Huh. Why?"

"Just see first. Then you will know."

"Okay."

Seeing the screenshot, Jacky chewed her inner cheek. There were three screenshots of different chats of different girls. When she counted, 18 girls had texted him. But he wasn't replying to them. The texts were unread. But all the last messages were the ones they had sent him. one common thing was almost every girl was flirting with him or asking to meet him.

Seeing his friend list, She felt like crying. all the girls were too pretty to even compare. When she checked their profiles, She saw they were as hot as hell. A beautiful face, Model bodies, and a fortune to spend on.

'they are so hot. why is he even talking to me? I don't even deserve to text him.' Feeling self-conscious. she sighed and decided to let him be.

While at the other end, Remo waited and waited for ten minutes but there was no answerback.

'She! How dare she! she is the first one to ignore me!'

Deciding to talk to her one last time, he texted again.

"What's wrong Jacky?"

"Don't call me Jacky. it's Jacqueline for you. Also, when you have so many friends to talk to. why did you even bother to text me?"