Olivia Keller
I ducked my head as I walked through the hall ways, I could feel hands pushing me out of the way trying to get past me.
"That jean is as old has my late grandma." I heard someone tell out.
Being a nerd in school was like being a nobody, being poor is like having a disease. Everyone here wears the latest designers and all. But here I am stucked with the clothes I've been wearing for months. I'm not complaining, but a tiny part of me still wish I was popular. Who am I kidding, I am an idol to my readers and I have inspired a lot of people to begin writing, but none of them knows who I am truly. I was like a mysterious writer, my insta_gram page, face_book page and twitter page were strictly for writing, none of it involves my private life. The most shocking thing was that, some of my bullies are actually my fans.Imogen and her minions were gathered at the front of the notice board. I passed gently, quietly hoping they don't notice me.
"There is a new chapter update on Yes, Master." Alexis yelled out. I could hear her fangirling, screaming at the top of her voice. They were talking about my book, my latest chapter.
Alexis, one of the most popular queen bee in my school follows my blog and reads every of my stories and spams me with comments and reviews, even though I reply none of it. I sometimes wonder what will happen if she ever finds out the girl who she calls bitch and other disgusting names was actually her favourite writer.I smirked, brushing my hair with my hands. I dared not go to the locker room, I dreaded seeing the offensive papers that would be waiting for me to cry as I read every insults scribbled on it. My mum doesn't believe I get bullied in school, because she doesn't see any bruise marks on me. I guess everyone needs to be educated on the type of bullies we have. It's not always physical, there's so much more to bullying."Freak, loser!" Someone called behind me, but I didn't dare look back to see who it was.
I get verbally bullied everyday in school, and it has so much affected my self esteem, I feel like a loser everytime. I've been belittled, demeaned with very offensive words."Hey loser." Another person called out, that only made me walk faster.
I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped into the class, without hearing any name calling. Only few people were in the class. The literary teacher wasn't in class yet.I sat on my usual sit, looking behind me. Drew wasn't back in school yet. Drew was the only person I could call friend, she hates school as much as I hate it. Her parents don't treat her well at home, because they were expecting a male child before she was born but ended up having her, a girl instead. I guess people still need to be educated on Gender stigmatization. Both male and female children are equal.The door to the classroom opened and Mrs Smith, the literary teacher stepped in. Swarm of students began filling up the classroom, most especially the back seats. Just then Jamaal my worst enemy stepped in with his squad.
He strolled in confidently, he was wearing his red and white jersey of the Colton tigers school football team with a blue denim jeans. The girls in class began to whisper. He chewed on his plump lips as he moved towards the back seats with his squads, suddenly our eyes met. I immediately looked away, facing Mrs Smith who already started scribbling some words on the board.
"Figures of Speech." She drawled out, snapping the lid of the black marker shut."Who can explain one of the types of figure of speech with examples?" Mrs Smith asked, squinting her eyes as she looked around the class, she removed her eye glasses and fixed it back before pointing at Ella. A tall girl with a model figure who likes wearing anything short.
"Simile, example as poor as a church mouth." She said softly, kissing her teeth. I couldn't help but wonder what went on with her and Kelvin the other day.
"More like as poor as Olivia, girl! that denim jacket must have really suffered, tell me if I'm wrong. You have been wearing that jacket since middle school." Imogen said out causing a loud laughter to erupt from everyone in the class.
"If that jacket could kill, you would have been dead by now Olivia." Jamaal drawled out sardonically.
"And the world would have been a better place without you." Jordan added, giving me a hard stern look.
"Imogen, Jamaal, Jordan and Olivia." Mrs Smith bellowed, slamming her hands on my desk.
"Detention!" She yelled, packing her stuffs hurriedly, she raised her head up slightly, removed her glasses and gave a look she might think looks like a hard glare. Her eyes were too tiny for such glares, I wish I could tell her that.
"Detention." I whispered
I was the victim here, but still I get detention for what.
"See you in paradise Olivia mouse," Jamaal drawled out again.
"Squeak... squeak... tak.... tak ...... tak." Jordan squeaked mockingly like a mouse. I felt so tempted to tell him he sounds like a dying mouse, but I know not to spark up the anger of Mr Jordan with the mouth odour.
"Olivia Keller, report to the Principal's office right now." The school's PA system boomed around the school building.
"Jamaal Amir Haidar report to the Principal's office right now." The voice added, I recognized that voice. It belongs to the Principal's secretary.
I sighed heavily as I began to pack my things hurriedly into my back pack. Firstly detention, now I was wanted in the Principal's office. I tried to think of what I did wrong. But I couldn't think of any. Everyone's eyes were on us, I knew they were all wondering why we were both wanted at the Principal's office.
I groaned, biting my lower lips that just began to tremble. I left the class before Jamaal met up with me.
Different thoughts kept running through my mind as I walked towards the Principal's office. Miss Claire, the secretary to the Principal was already at the door waiting for us. Her bright smile was always soul lifting. Her hour glass figure makes the male teachers drool a lot.
"Just in time Olivia Keller, the Principal is waiting for you right in her office." She said beaming with smile.
I sniffed repeatedly, she smells really good. Her perfume must be quite expensive.
"Oh, young Jamaal Haidar," she suddenly called, turning away from me. I immediately stepped into the Principal office before Jamaal.
The cool air from the air conditioner caressed my cheeks and the sweet smell of grapes lingered to my nose. Principal Jones was sitting behind her table with her glasses sitting on her nose in a funny way. She was a beautiful tall woman that takes education strictly. She handles every students with hard hands and doesn't condone any form of shenanigans.
In the background of Mrs Jones office, there are a lot of momentos from Crown highschool accomplishments, instead of a desk Mrs Jones makes use of a conference table. She keeps two fishes in a mini aquarium close to the window at the left side. All her framed diplomas were the first thing you see when you step into her office.The office was a large one, filled with enough books that she mostly lends to the teachers. The walls were a lovely mixture of teal and cream.
I bowed my head in greeting, which was seen as a form of respect in here.
"Olivia, it's good to see you once again. How is detective Keller?" She asked, closing the book she was flipping.
"My mum is doing quite fine," I replied, I mostly don't like it when people refer to my mum has detective Keller. She is my mum and they could simply say your mum, but they go all the way with the detective and it really pisses me off.
I inhaled the sweet smell of the air freshener, just then Jamaal walked in. I looked around the office, not sparing a glance at Jamaal. The Principal's office hasn't changed one bit. Knowing one of the reasons students are called to the Principal's office is because of disruptive behaviors, makes my stomach clench.
"Right on time Jamaal." She said, drumming her table with her fingers.
"I will go straight to the reason I want you both here. Olivia Keller, like you know your grade has never for once dropped. It's a good thing, keep it up. Detective Keller must be really proud of you." She smiled facing me, I mentally scoffed. I felt like correcting her, she could have just said your mum instead of detective Keller."Jamaal Amir Haidar, I'm sorry you have to drop out of the football team, and that means you won't be able to continue as the team captain." She said, facing Jamaal.I felt so tempted to laugh and boo at him. Serves him right.
"That is not possible, I'm afraid I can't." He growled out, slamming his hands on the Principal's desk.
"Then you have to do one thing Haidar, your grades, you need to work on it or you won't be playing in this seasons match." She drawled out, Making sure to emphasize each words.
"I and coach Martin's has agreed on this, you will be needing a tutor who will help you in improving your grades." She added, pausing to stare at me and then at him.
*****
Olivia Keller Detention ended well surprisingly, I guess Jamaal was still shocked with the fact that I was going to be his tutor. He didn't say much, he was quiet through out. I was the only one who could determine if he would continue being the captain of the football team, his chance of playing in this season match was in my hands. I scoffed as I opened the door to my house, who would have ever thought things would turn out this way. Why would I want to tutor Jamaal Amir Haidar, I tried thinking of three reasons. But I couldn't think of just one. I stepped into the sitting room, ignoring the pair of strange boots outside the door. My eyes widened as I watched what was happening before me, my mum was making out with a man, who had her pinned against the wall. I couldn't believe what I was seeing
Olivia Keller I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, very typical of me to wake up late on a saturday morning. I spent last night working on five chapters of the book I just signed with GoodNovel. I signed with them two days ago and I already earned about fifty dollars. The platform was just like a God sent. I smiled as I got up from my bed and went into the toilet, I already had five reviews and I am going to make sure I inform my blog readers tonight. I smiled as I grabbed my toothbrush, I already made a lot of friends on the F******k group for writers and readers. The thoughts of what happened last Friday in the Principal's office flashed through my mind. *flashback* "Wewill be needing your help Olivia Keller." "You want me to tutor him!" I asked, glancing in between th
Olivia Keller"Olivia," I heard the familiar voice of Drew call out. Drew was the only one I was friends with in school and I was the only one she sees as family, since her parents dislikes her because she was a female child.I snapped my locker shut as I turned around. I was very early in school today. Only a few of the students were around now. My plan was to keep off the way and avoid my tormentors this week, even though I was tutoring one of them today.Today is the day, the beginning of more scarier nightmares. I will be tutoring Jamaal Amir Haidar my number one bully starting from today."Hi, Drew." I said, forcing a smile. The smile disappeared immediately I saw the piercings on her nose."Oh my goodness Drew, I see a stud. You fu*cking pierced your nose." I whispered yelled excitedly.Drew has always wa
"Tutoring who?" Imogen asked again "None of your business slut." Drew said, folding her arms across her chest. "Oh, the bitch with the name of a boy. Oh my, you have grown uglier, even the gorillas in the Zoo are more good looking than you are." Imogen replied, snickering. The minions behind her laughed at her dry joke. "Thank goodness you know I'm good looking, more good looking than you are slut. A.k.a walking STDs." Drew yelled. "Liv, can you help hold my jacket please." She said pulling off her jacket. I knew what drew was up to. I rolled my eyes at her attempt. "Oh my goodness, is that a tattoo?" Imogen's minions mumurred between themselves. I almost snickered at the change of expression on Imogen's face. Drew twirled around as they looked at
Olivia Keller As if realizing he was not alone, he turned back. With the speed of lightning he was out of his bed. He began to walk towards me, I moved back as he stepped closer. His upper body was bare revealing his toned muscular chest. The shorts he was wearing reached his mid thighs. I could see the huge bulge in his shorts, his male organ formed a dent that looked too obvious. Jamaal was hard, I couldn't believe I was witnessing this. He didn't even pause the video of what he was watching. I could still hear the moans and groans of the woman being pleasured. "Olivia, well you arrived late. But you came at the right time. You can join the party." He said, licking his lower lips as his gaze wandered over my body. I became more alert, the door was few steps behind me, I could make it if I made
Olivia KellerI tried not to think too much of what happened at the Haidar's mansion. I covered my head with my duvet. The image of what I saw kept flashing through my mind, no matter how hard I tried to forget. It kept popping up into my mind.I pushed my duvet away and sat up on my bed. I grabbed my laptop and immediately began to check through my face-book notifications. I could see I have new messages.I gasped loudly, blinking my eyes at what I just saw. He replied! He fu*cking replied me. Mystery writer replied my message. The bubble of excitement I felt was making me breathless.Mystery man: Hello, sure. Let me satisfy your curiosity. But you know curiosity killed the cat. Feel free to shoot your questions at meI cleared my throat loudly. I couldn't believe he replied me, I didn't expect he would reply at all. I clicked on my notifications, and I saw mys
A burglar, that was the first thing that came to my mind. I looked around my room. Looking for the best place to hide. My bed, under my bed, but that makes me feel like a coward. I began to walk bit by bit towards the window like the slow sluggish tortoise. Just then the culprit began to knock on my window. I increased my pace, I drew the drapes to the sides. I gasped, how did he know where I was staying. The loud sirens of the police began echoing around the streets, I opened my window and he jumped in immediately. "What are you doing here Karl?" I asked angrily, I knew I shouldn't be mean to him, but I couldn't help it. He probably got in trouble with the police. "Remember I saved you from that fucking asshole, you owe me one. Now, I need your help, the police are after me. Let me hide here, let this sink into your head. You didn't see me an
Olivia Keller The locker hall wasn't as crowded and noisy as it used to be, the football season was close, which means more and more practice for the football team. Javier could be seen bouncing a ball on the hard marble floor of the locker room, his ripped jeans and black t-shirt, matched with a white Nike trainers didn't contrast well with his looks. Javier was blonde and he was also part of Jamaal's squad. He was basically the one who makes sure the squads follows the bro code as I heard from no other person than Drew. Javier also serves as the wingman for his friends. He was surely up to something. I looked around me, trying to see if there was a girl he was trying to match up with his friends. There were a lot of girls in the locker room, it was hard to point out at who exactly he was on the look out for. I turned my e