Palindrome

Ashna gave a big smile to her grade 9 teacher. Mr. Hamilton gave a nice fake smile back. The girls hissed their snake tongues. The boys barely glanced up, they don't like girls like Ashna. They liked the girls already borrowing their mum's lipstick and reading cosmo. Ashna picks a window seat and tries to catch a breeze. It had been looking like it was going to rain for the past few days. She felt a flick hit her shoulder and she turned around to see a boy grinning.
"You're baby Ashna right?" He asked snidely.
"No, I-I'm not." Ashna replied. The girls beside him snickered.
"She still plays with dolls." A girl with perfect blonde hair whispers.