Makaila hurriedly wore her faded blue sweat shirt over a black jeans before picking up her roller skates and made her way down the stairs hurriedly. She had slept late because she had taken a night shift at the cafe where she worked after school hours. She only had thirty minutes to get to school before first period and roller skates wouldn't even get her there in thirty five. She would have to speed everything up today.
Reaching the foot of the stairs, she saw her father passed out on their worn out couch with several bottles of liquor scattered around him. Shaking her head, she took the blanket on the sette and covered him with it. She rushed out of house, wore her roller skates and soon was on the road. Because it was really dangerous for her to skate on the road, she took the side walk.
Sometimes, she wondered why she was so excited to go to school. It was better than home but also a hell hole. She got bullied every day none stop and was always picked on and insulted. The students of Malcolm High took special interest in making her school life a living hell. But she preferred it to being at home with an abusive father.
She saw the school up ahead and continued to skate until she got to the parking lot still filled with students, in cliques as always. Jerky Jocks with the bitchy cheerleaders, bikers, nerds, emos, students who just wanted form cliques, they were all there. She moved to a side to remove her skates and wear her almost worn out sneakers. She took the skates in her hand and moved through the parking lot to the school.
Makaila commanded a level of attention wherever she went. She could feel the burning gaze of naysayers on her back but she wasn't fazed. She had gotten used to it in fact. She was a senior but never got treated like one.
"One hundred and eight five days to go, Makaila and you'd be out of this shit hole." She muttered to herself as she continued walking through the spacious parking lot. She heard whispers and she knew they were talking about her.
"Look at her. She is so ugly." Makaila heard someone say from where the cheerleaders were gathered, causing her to roll her eyes.
At least, I'm not the one looking like a bloated Mango because of plastic surgery.
"Look at how faded her cloths are. Jeez, she has no fashion sense." She heard someone else say.
At least, I don't dress like a hoochie.
"She's cursed. She brought her parents so much misfortune immediately she was given birth to. Just look at her, a very revolting sight. Anytime I see her, I just want to puke." Makaila knew exactly who said that.
Self acclaimed queen bee of Malcolm High. Head of the cheerleading squad and girl friend to the most popular guy in school, Christian Hales. It was such a wonder how cool headed, reserved Christian landed himself such a bitch. She was definitely with him for the money, the fame, and definitely the sex.
News fly around the school and Makaila's ears were always open for the gist.
Makaila's lips turned in a lopsided grin walking away from all the bad energy. It was something she did every time Bethany picked on her. It was so obvious that Bethany was specially sent from the pit of hell to taunt her life. At first it was brutal, now it was just getting old and boring.
She successfully made it to the hall way and to her locker without being bumped into or being shoved against a locker. She checked her watch. Five minutes to first period. She stuffed her skates into her locker, brought out her books, closed her locker and scanned her environment.
As usual it was also crowded. Best friends talking and laughing, couples having an heated make out session in the middle of the hall way but no one seemed to actually care, everyone moving in pairs and groups. Makaila was not in that category either. She didn't have friends, more like acquaintances and it was only one person anyway. At the point, relationships were a no-no. Not when she hasn't gotten her act together.
The ringing of the bell signifying first period snapped her out of her thoughts and she hurriedly made it to the class. It was mathematics, her favourite subject and of course, she was the first to get to class. She sat at the back and watched as other students trooped in. The last to come in were the jocks. Makaila rolled her eyes as the cliché.
Christian Hales was the last to come in, along with two other jocks that Makaila recognized as her number one bullies, Tyler Diaz and James Maloney. She quickly looked down before they could spot her. Thankfully, they didn't.
The teacher came in and started teaching but Makaila wasn't listening. She didn't exactly need to considering she was at the top of the class. She was drawing on her book, a world of peace, happiness that she will probably never experience.
Suddenly the voice of the teacher drew her back to reality. Her face shot up and she noticed that everyone was looking at her like she was vomit.
Great! Now I'm an attention seeking bitch. One more thing to add to my list of criteria.
Cue the sarcasm.
"Yes, Mr Andrews?" She said.
"I know you are at the top of your game when it comes to this subject, Makaila." She smirked at the indirect high praise and waited for him to continue. "But try to still pay attention in class, will you?" Mr Andrews said.
"Yes, Mr Andrews." She replied and he turned back to the board. Makaila began to hear murmurs behind her.
"How can some one be such a weirdo and have so much brain power at the same time. That's not a fair creation." It was James Maloney. Makaila resisted the underlying urge to scoff.
"Hey, don't question the wisdom of God. My Abuelita said it's blasphemy." Tyler replied. Tyler was the least smartest among the entire group but he was the one who made my life a living hell the most.
"...still doesn't hide the fact that she's such a freak. I just enjoy making her suffer." She heard Tyler complete his statement.
"You guys should lay off. She hasn't done anything to you, has she?" The voice was foreign but Makaila knew it's owner. He was one Jock that didn't bully her. One person in the whole school that didn't judge her.
Makaila didn't understand why but she equally didn't care.
"Since when did you start taking her side?" James scoffed.
"Guys like you don't take sides with people like her." Tyler chipped in.
"I'm not taking sides. I just don't want to get into trouble with Mr Andrews because of you two." Christian replied and Makaila scoffed.
"It had better be just that, or Bethany wouldn't let you hear the end of it." The mention of Bethany's name soured her already soured mood and Makaila shut her ears to their chattering and focused on class.
As soon as the bell for end of first period went, everyone rushed out of class. Makaila picked her books from her table and put them inside her bag. She stood up, wanting to leave but a force pushed her from behind and made her fall, her books scattered every where. Students in the class laughed like it was a funny joke.
"Hey freak, why don't you watch where you are going next time." Tyler smirked and walked away with James. Makaila rolled her eyes and began to pack her books back into her bag. She felt someone crouch down beside her.
"Let me help." She looked up and saw Christian.
"I think I can handle it." She replied him curtly.
"Let me, please. It's the least I can do for my friends' behavior." His lips stretched in a lopsided grin and Makaila almost scoffed.
Yeah right. Yet you haven't stopped them from bullying me.
"I said, I can handle it." She packed the last of her books, shoved them into her bag before walking out of the class, leaving an awestruck Christian standing.
Makaila rushed out of class immediately the last bell went. She had only five minutes to get to the cafe where she worked per time. She quickly brought out her skates from her locker, slipped it on and started to roll.She made it to the cafe in ten minutes and quickly went in. The owner of the cafe is a woman with an indifferent character. Sometimes she burns cold and sometimes she burns hot. Makaila was really hoping that today was one of the days she would be cold. And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Mak
Makaila got to school very late. Her face was swollen and red and she tried her best to cover all her scars by wearing a baggy hoodie. She rushed into class while they were almost ending third period. Immediately she entered the class, all eyes were on her. "You are late." Miss Tamika stated eyeing her with distaste. "I'm sorry, I really had a bad night." Makaila muttered. "Just get to your seat." Miss Tamika dismissed her and continued to teach. She found an empty space at the back and went to sit down. She saw Bethany and the other Cheerleader murmuring something and she was very sure it was about her. As soon as the bell went, signaling the end of the period, Makaila rushed out of the class to the rest room. Thankfully, no one was inside. She stood in front of the mirror and saw how bloated she looked. She still had
Makaila couldn't skate with the sprain on her ankle. She started walking all the way home from school, though it was pretty far. Using skates, it was like thirty five minutes but on foot, It was an hour and some minutes. Her legs were killing her and there were visible bruises all over her body.No one made a move to give her a ride, all their thoughts pointing to one direction. What if she dies in the car on the way to a hospital and the police charges them for murder? No one was willing to take that risk. At every step she took, pain filled her body. It felt like any minute, she would slump and pass out. She reached a road where cars weren't moving any more. Her vision became blurry and she began to stagger. She shook her head, trying to stay awake but her body was giving in to the weakness.She felt darknes
Makaila's POVI woke up with a very bad headache, still oblivious about my surrounding. My body still hurt but not as bad as before. Trying to remember what happened, I looked around and widened my eyes when I noticed that I wasn't in my room. I knew that because my room wasn't this big. I was on a king sized bed and it was incredibly soft, unlike my small brick like bed at home. I noticed my sprained ankle was in a bandage and a plaster on my fore head. I got down from the bed and opened the door, looking around for someone who would explain where I was and what I was doing here exactly. The house was big, that's for sure and everything looked so luxurious and well furnished. Maybe I had finally died and gone to Heaven. I chuckled at the thought I saw a stair case and began to descend it, minding my step. When I got to the foot o
Makaila's POVI was running through a dark road . I had no idea where I was going but I just kept running. He was chasing me. He wanted to hurt me like always. I didn't see the tree stump on the ground and that made me trip. He was getting closer. I could see his shadow approaching and I could also hear his wicked laugh. He came into view. "I've got you now." He smirked. I tried to run but my leg wouldn't let me. I was trapped. I saw a figure close by. "Help! Please help me!" I called out. The figure came into view and I saw who it was."Mum?""You will never amount to anything. No one loves you. No one will ever love you. You are a curse! I hate you." She spat out. "Please mum, help me. Don't le
Makaila's POVI went back to staying at my house soon after. The last thing I wanted was for Bethany to meet me at her boyfriend's house. The ray of sun light entering the room made me wake up. I groaned as I tossed and turned on the bed. Mondays were my worse days, probably everyone's worse days. I finally turned to look at my alarm clock. My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. It was 8:30! Fuck! I slept past my alarm! I had less than an hour to get to school. I ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Then wore a casual white tee shirt, black Jeans pants and stuffed my black hoodie inside my bag. I took my sneakers in one hand and my rollers in another and started rushing down stairs. I didn't see my father in sight but I don't care. I rushed out and started to wear my rollers. I only had twenty minutes left.
Makaila's POVIt was lunch break and everyone was in the cafeteria. Nigel decided to sit with me today. It felt nice because I have never had anyone seat with me before. We were talking when the cafeteria door flew open and the clique of jocks came, Christian leading the way. All of them in their varsity jackets. I felt a tinge of familiarity. I couldn't help but feel they all wore it for a reason. They rarely wore their jackets except they were having a game that evening. I looked at Nigel with a raised eyebrow. "They are planning to do a welcome party for a new student." He clarified. That statement alone made my eyes widen in realization. "Seriously?! That awful. Christian won't let them do it, will he?" I asked. "Makaila, sometimes he doesn't have a say. I wonder if he is really a captain." Nigel sighed. <
Makaila's POVFor a while, Tyler and the others stopped bullying me, mostly because Nigel was always with me. They tried to take delight in hurting Rita as well but Nigel still won't let them. If anything, they feared Nigel. He is a nice guy but whenever he means business, he means business. Christian and I didn't talk anymore. He acted like I don't exist and I did the same. Though I couldn't but feel somehow about it. Get a grip Makaila. He chose the enemy's side. Rita had no friends because people made fun of her curves, saying she was fat. Though she wasn't slim like me but I'd rather call her curvy. Nigel asked her to hang out with us and we became friends. Nigel had an unusual soft spot for Rita. I started noticing it early but I didn't give an open eye to it at first, well that was until Nigel started walking Rita to class, checking up on