Olivia Keller
I crept quietly towards the school hall, it was empty meaning everyone would be in the class right now. Luckily I was able to avoid Imogen and her minions, even though I knew I would be in trouble for not doing their assignments. Neither did I do that of Jamaal.
My main priority was to avoid them through out today, I took slow steps, walking like the slow cautious centipede. I had history for first period and Mrs Bryan hates tardiness, that simply means I was going to miss history class.
I pinched my nose in frustration, I hated missing any of my class, I try not to jeopardize anything that will affect my grades but I've got tormentors.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my neck. I immediately stiffened up. I could feel the metallic taste of fear burning at the back of my throat, I turned around slowly, gulping the lump of fear in my throat. My eyes met with the familiar brown orbs of the person I was avoiding, he grinned, smirking devilishly.
"Hiding from someone bitch?" He asked, grabbing on to my arms tightly. I kept mute, Jamaal derives pleasure in hurting me.
Jamaal Amir Haidar was the sex god of Crown high school, captain of the football team. Mr drop dead gorgeous, ever fresh, good looking and proud. What else could I describe him with, obnoxious, proud, why shouldn't he be proud. His mum has the largest boutiques and shopping malls in the world, his father Minister Haidar, a very respected sheikh was the minister of finance.
"Are you avoiding me Liv sweetheart?" He asked, lowering his lips to my face until it touched my earlobes.
"Don't. Call. Me. That." I managed to whisper in disgust.
Jamaal might be good looking, but I despise him. He never stops reminding me the world would be a better place if I didn't exist.
"If you don't do as I say, you are going to regret it. Mark my words." He drawled out sardonically, acting like the whole world was in his hands.
"Come to the cafeteria during break, and come with my Economics assignment or else...." He added.
"I will make you pay for it." He slammed me against the wall behind me and took his leave, without looking back.
*******
Loud chatterings filled the air as I stepped into the cafeteria, it was noisy as usual. The cafeteria was like a doom place for me. The table for the jorks was separate, opposite that of the queen bees/drama queens. There was a table for the geeks, the tom boys, the wrestling team, emos, slackers, clowns, the tech savvies, and we nerds have our table close to the trash bin.
The cudders who can't do without chewing gums, shared a table with us.
"Look who we have here," Freekles man, one of the clowns yelled out. Everyone stopped talking and focused on me.
"Olivia Keller, our teachers pet finally left her cave to visit the den of lions." He added, snickering loudly.
"Are you for real Olivia, that boot is outdated. Even my grandma stopped wearing it five years ago." Tasha, one of the queen bee's yelled, making everyone in the cafeteria laugh out loud.
"Well we all know you sluts don't wear outdated boots, even though your feminine part is outdated." Freekles man bickered, wiggling his eyebrows in a funny way.
"Shut up ugly face." Imogen Adams the queen bee herself, yelled. She began to move closer to Freekles man and her minions followed behind like puppies.
"Oh the slut aka walking STD is awake, did I touch a nerve?" Freekles man joked, I just watched the drama with opened eyes, feeling glad the attention was diverted from me.
"Slut. Slut. Slut." Freekles man begin to chant and the other guys followed suit. I watched the queen bees giggle as if they were being praised, twirling their hairs that were styled in the same way with their fingers. I rolled my eyes mentally.
"If you want it ugly face, you know where to find us." Imogen replied, winking at him.
Suddenly the hall became quiet, I could hear the sounds of boots hitting the floor, I turned around and began to step back slowly.
Jamaal just arrived with his squad, as usual all eyes were on them as they walked in, wearing all white. The girls were ogling them, why the guys stared at them as if they were angels in human form.
I lowered my head as Jamaal stepped closer to me. My heart did a summersault as he stepped closer.
"Where is my assignment bitch?" He asked with a bored tone.
I hurriedly, pulled off my back pack and brought out his assignments I managed to finish up before break. I handed it over to him without looking up. He passed it down to his best friend, Jordan who immediately kept it in his backpack.
"Jordan, do you still have that bottle of orange juice, I need to give this bitch here a thank you present." He asked, not taking his eyes from me, he stretched his hands to his side and a bottle was placed in it.
I sank my teeth into my lips as I watched him unscrew the cover, the next thing that happened made my heart sink deeper into my chest. He poured all the orange juice over my head.
Drops of orange juice began to drop from my head to my shoulders, dripping down to my neck. My breathings began to increase sporadically.
He handed me the empty bottle and stepped away from me. He snapped his fingers and everyone began throwing there lunches at me, the food kept landing on my face, hitting me at various part of my body. I could feel the sauces drenching my clothes.
"Freak."
"Loser."
"Psycho."
"You really need to stop existing."
"Cow."
"I will rather die than to be like you."
"Get off the surface of the earth."
I screamed louder but it didn't stop. I fell to my knees, covering my ears as some of them took pictures of me.
****
There is something about life I don't really understand, sometimes I quietly wish I never existed. Mum's words flashed repeatedly through my mind.
"You can't control what people think about you or what they say about you. The only thing you can control is how it will affect you, and how it makes you feel about who you are. How you feel about yourself is more important. Don't let anyone make you feel so little of yourself. You are Olivia Keller and that's what makes you super amazing."
I smiled, it was as if mum was right here with me in my room. I sighed heavily.
To be forthrigh and instinctive, what goes through my mind on most occasion was suicide, I don't want to commit suicide but at times I wonder what will happen if I actually die.
My mum is actually gonna break down, what about my bullies in school. They will surely be glad I left the world for them.
A lot of things were running through my mind, I tried not to think of what happened in school today and the only thing that makes me forget them was writing. I am a writer who has a blog, I have tons of fans all over the world, they are the ones that I consider as friends and family.
My readers and characters are the ones that brings a smile to my face, reading the comments and reviews from my readers is what I look forward to everyday of my life.
Writing has always been an escape route out of the real word, I get to create my characters, do whatever I like with them and also let my imagination go wild. I'm a free bird when I write and that's what I'm currently doing on my laptop.
I cracked my knuckles as I updated the nineteenth chapter of 'Yes, Master' I was done writing for today, I fulfilled my promise to my ever supportive readers. I felt the same giddiness I feel whenever I update, can't wait to read their comments.
I shut down my laptop, it was already morning. Almost 5:00 am and I was still wide awake on my bed, waiting for the alarm to buzz. Most times in the morning I wake up before my alarms ring, except on Weekends. I don't know the reason I set the alarm in the first place, but in every student's life an alarm was a must.
It's weird I even stayed up late to finish a chapter of my story but the feeling I get from writing is almost the same feeling Superman gets when he saves the world. Don't mind that statement, I say stupid things at times. But writing is definitely my super power, I'm going to safe the world with my Stories.
"Olivia," I heard the familiar voice of my mum call out as she opened the door to my room. I immediately pretended I was sleeping. I could hear her footsteps as she padded round my room.
My mum, a tall smart woman who was a detective, just arrived home, if you are wondering. I sleep alone at night, almost everyday because my mum always has one crime case she was working on.
I pretended to snore, she kissed me on my head and left my room. I immediately grabbed my laptop to check if I already had comments and views. I sucked on my lips as my laptop booted, bringing in the HP logo. I logged in and to my amazement the comments were just popping up. I grinned widely as I read them.
Suddenly a notification popped up the same time as my annoying alarm.
I groaned loudly, I hated school and I dread going to school. Trust me the life of a dorky nerd and a bully victim is not pleasant at all.
I clicked on my email notification. It was a mail from someone with the name Agnes, subject GoodNovel writers recruit. I was kind of shocked, I clicked on the mail and read aloud.
"Hi, I'm Agnes an acquisition editor of GoodNovel writing platform. I came across your blog 'Worlds in my head and tickets to my imaginations' I just finished reading one of your books 'My daughter's Nanny' and I'm currently reading 'Yes, master' and I love them so much. I think Master Damien is an egoistic loser who has anger issues. Poor Bella, now that she just became the personal maid of Master Damien a lot is going to happen. From what I've read your books have potentials and you have potentials as a writer. I'm approaching you to sign up your books with our platform, if you are interested, please reply my mail. I will be patiently waiting for your response. Agnes"
I blinked my eyes rapidly, the first thing that came to my mind was scam. But someone who wants to scam me won't read my book and even give me a feedback that actually shows they read it. Scammers will be busy scaming people not reading stories.
I made a decision to reply the mail and find out more about the writing platform. I got up from my bed and began to do my usual morning routines.
*******Drew RiversThe whole school found out what happened to Olivia and Jamaal. None of us ever imagined they were siblings. I felt so bad for Olivia, she was in love with Jamaal but everything just ended abruptly. "Are you missing Olivia?" Vicenzo asked."Yes, I do. She was the best friend I never had.""But you should be happy for her, you know things might be worst for her if she comes back into this school, I'm glad she is leaving the country. That is the best thing for her, at moment. I hope she heals completely of this traumas." He whispered, caressing my cheeks."Do you know, she losed the pregnancy? I feel really bad for her. I muttered under my breath." "Don't, I think it is best for her.""Now, I'm scared of sex. I don't
Olivia Keller My head was banging seriously, I tried to pry my heavy eyes open. I succeded in opening my eyes. I couldn't recognize where I was, I could only see woods and planks piled up everywhere. This place seems like a carpenter's workshop. I tried to talk but my mouth was covered with a tape. I realised my hands were tied behind me, my buttocks hurt from sitting on the wooden chair I was. So, it wasn't a dream. I was actually kidnapped. I wonder how many days I have been here, it feels like ages. Suddenly I heard footsteps coming closer, two people walked into the workshop, one was a male and the other was a female. They both looked somehow familiar to me, I'm sure I have seen them somewhere before. They both walked closer to me, I realized they were teenagers like me, they both came into view. I was shocked to my toes. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. The tape was o
Olivia Keller I was very far from home and it was already getting dark. I felt restless, a pregnant teenager walking down the streets late at night. This part of the street was getting dark and cold. I have been in a stupor since I found out about my pregnancy. My mind was blank. I already made up my mind not to go back home, I had nowhere to go. My cell phone suddenly began to ring, I picked it up immediately, I totally forgot I had my phone with me. Jamaal was boldly on the screen. "Hello Jamaal." I said into the phone. "Hi, Olivia. Are you okay. Your voice seems cracked, have you been crying?" He asked in a rush. I kept mute, I couldn't bring myself to tell him I have been crying. "Olivia, why are you quiet?" He asked. "Did you get the test
Olivia Keller I was able to bring in the pregnancy test kits without them knowing I hid something underneath my skirt. The lady who sold it for me didn't give me a weird look as I expected, she must have gotten used to teenagers coming over to buy the kits. I held on to the bag of chocolates as I passed through the living room to my room. I could feel mum's stare behind me. It was time to get this done and over with, I can't be pregnant at this moment. I turned the key, making sure I locked the door. The last thing I want was for my mum to come in while doing the test. I pulled out the test kits, I bought just three, and I am going to use the three. I went into the bathroom quietly. I sat on the toilet lid, holding the test kits in my hands. I was damn scared, the previous discussions my mum had with me kept replaying in my mind. I promis
Jamaal Amir Haidar Dinner was unusually quite, normally we don't leave by the rules don't talk while you are eating. Immediately we were all done, mum cleared her throat loudly. I think she heard our discussions when we were in my room. Azeez was a bit too loud. Ayesha tried to reassure me she didn't hear anything. But I knew my mum better than them. She rarely knocks but this time around she knocked. "Azeez and Ayesha, you will both be going back to your parents tomorrow morning." My mum said, breaking the silence. "Aunty Nabila," Ayesha whispered sadly. I felt bad for her, this place was the only place she could be free, even if it is not for long. Going back to her parents was like going back to a prison after so many years of freedom. "Mum, but they are supposed to stay with us till they graduate from H
Jamaal Amir Haidar "Is there something bothering you?" Ayesha asked. She was the only one I told about going to see Olivia. She came into my room immediately she found out I was back. "Have you found out from your dad?" I asked. She just realized she was betrothed to Liam few weeks ago. "I don't want to talk about it," she whispered. "Were you able to see Olivia?" She asked. "Is she okay?" She asked again. "Ayesha, you won't believe this." I whispered, raking my hands over my head. The door of my room opened and Azeez stepped in. His face was cloudy, he looked worried. He sat on my bed with a thud. "I think Imogen