<People keep telling me that life goes on, but to me that's the saddest part>

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"HEY BLACK bitch!" the blonde haired devil called. I froze.

"Welcome to senior year, another year of you being bullied by yours truly. I hope you like it 'cos I sure like it like that." Kian Fields snapped his tan fingers and winked at me whilst grinning wickedly.

Brutal screamed his middle name.

The school's resident bad boy, Kian was not only popular, he was the "Golden Boy" and an all rounder, playing soccer and scoring good grades despite the number of times he spent on the field. Girls flocked after him hoping they'll be the one.

As if.

Kian was the ultimate player. He played girls, not at all caring whether they were heartbroken and yet, they still rushed after him.

So cliché.

I'll not blame them though. He screamed fuckboy and was one hot piece of the male specimen.

With his mussed hair that looked like he tumbled out of bed---I'm sure he deliberately messed it up to heighten the appeal---and ocean blue eyes which had a certain intensity to them, a pierced ear that glinted dangerously, his perfectly sculpted face and a jaw that could cut glass, Kian knew he was drop-dead gorgeous and made sure everyone did too.

I believe in inner beauty. If you're ugly on the inside then you're ugly on the outside no matter how beautiful or handsome you may look and Kian was one of those people. It was a shame really. All that beauty gone to waste.

Right from elementary school to middle school and high school, Kian had made my school years a disaster. A catastrophe.

His full time job was to constantly bully me because of the skin mother nature had gifted me. I didn't understand why and no amount of pleading ceased those trials I went through.

So I took it all. After all, there was nothing else to do but to let all those insults and taunts wash over me. The memory of acceptance wasn't in the confines of my head. It had never been.

My feet unfroze and I continued walking past them, almost making it until a hand grabbed my shoulder tightly.

Shock made me stand still.

"Hello?! Are you deaf or something? Can't you see we're talking to you huh? It seems your dark skin has made your brain go black. Dumbass bitch."

Same with Noah.

He was part of Kian's group, second commander-in-chief of the 'make Olayinka go mad' forces. Whenever girls got their stupid hearts smashed by Kian, they moved over to Noah. Really stupid.

And just like his partner, Noah enlisted in making my life very miserable. Pity.

Meet the kids who ran Penfield High School: Kian, Noah, Josh, Katharina, Aliyah, Maude and Ryan. Each of them ranked high on the school's list of Most Popular, their good looks and wealth ensuring they never left the spotlight.

The management, each made sure that things went their way, making up rules and regulations on a whim.

Girls aspired to be Katharina and if possible, be carried in Aliyah's and Maude's expensive shoes and bags while for the boys, it was vice versa. And like I said, everything howled pathetic in bright neon letters. I was pathetic too because I allowed myself to be bullied by a bunch of sadists. Sad.

Penfield High was full of the wrong kind of people you never ever want to meet in this world. The students had a bad attitude towards everything, me included and the teachers didn't do anything at all, not even to exert authority, apart from teaching.

Seriously, this school was fucked up in more than one ways but it was a year more for me and I'll be gone. Gladly.

I clutched the books I held to my chest tightly and gazed down at their footwears.

Kian had told me never to look them in their faces, that I wasn't worth the sand on their shoes. Ever since that moment, I heeded his words, observing the floor whenever he and his friends were conversing with me. If their insultive diction could be termed conversing.

Years of bullying did that to you. You had to obey or face the twisted music.

"Oh no, the black bitch is back. I thought she'll go back to Africa or something. After all, no one needs her here. Kian darling, honestly I don't know why we actually bother with this girl. I can smell her miles away and it's already ruining my body spray ugh," Katharina wailed, bringing her right index finger and thumb together to pinch on the bridge of her snobbish nose.

Total drama queen extraordinaire, she played the three B's: blonde, beautiful and bitchy, to the extreme.

I can't quite forget how I first met her. She had been the first girl I'd talked to when I was a newbie in grade one then but just like the others, she'd brushed me off and joined in making me feel like a nobody.

Still pinning my stare to the ground, I wished that I was somewhere else. Unfortunately, there was no genie around to grant me one.

"Bitch, look at me. I want you to see who's giving you a tough time once more," Kian commanded. Narcissistic jerk. Well this was new. He never ordered me to look at him.

I raked a forlorn glance up at him, observing the reason he wanted me to look at him.

Black highlights adorned the ends of his blonde hair, adding to his bewitching persona. Except that I knew the beast that lurked behind that attractive façade.

Out of the corner of my eyes, the vision of Katharina purring like a cat in heat while she made googly eyes at Kian had me shaking my head inwards.

You're still not gonna be the "one" Katharina. No one in this school will.

"Well what do you think blackie? I look hot right? Come on say it. I wanna hear it from your fucking black mouth. Say Kian, you're so hot I wanna melt into a puddle right now," he told me, a smirk curling along his lips.

Jeez.

"Kian, you're so hot I wanna melt into a puddle right now," I said in a small voice that sounded pathetic even to me.

"Huh? You gotta be loud. How are we sure you aren't insulting us?" Ryan asked and crossed his arms. The others huffed, crossing theirs too. Dramatic much? Yes.

"Blackie, shout it. I want everyone to know you adore me. Come on, do it right now or I'll give you a treat of my favorite pranks, and make sure you say it with respect," Kian threatened, the playful attitude he'd been projecting earlier disappeared and in its place came the stern look I was familiar with. His friends snickered.

I gulped. Whenever Kian threatened you had to follow up so I did. No damn choice at all.

"Kian, you're so hot I wanna melt into a puddle right now!" I shouted and wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

Everyone in the school hallway whipped their heads around and began staring at me, a bevy of mocking laughter surrounding me in a humiliating manner. They muttered to each and I caught pieces of their whispered words.

Pathetic.

Worthless.

She has no pride.

Slut.

Bitch.

Slouching my shoulders, I faced down and tried not to let those rankling words get to me. They were just words. Not knives or whips flaying my flesh. But it was no use. Despite all the years of bullying and the bad mouthing I'd been exposed to, I wasn't used to it.

Aliyah's voice reached my ears. "Way to make a dramatic entrance first day of Senior Year."

They high fived each other, snarky giggles and evil chuckles enclosing me in a hateful bubble. I resumed staring at my sneakers and pretended not to notice.

"Guys, let's get to class already. It's 7:53 a.m. We can't be late remember? Black bitch here can't possibly ruin today for us," Katharina screeched out.

I lifted my lashes up.

She draped her scantily clad self against Kian who seemed to be enjoying the attention.

"Okay black bitch, I'll catch you later. Guys let's get going." With that, Kian and his friends walked out but not before he knocked me down.

My books and I fell to the ground with a thud, my posterior tender from the shove.

It hurt. A lot.

He paused, then turned back. "Oops! Super clumsy girl fell down on the floor. My bad, I'm so sorry. Not. Tada, don't miss me too much." Waving a goodbye that was meant to mock me, they finally left, laughing out loudly. Laughing at my misery.

Such a great way to start senior year right?

My books were scattered on the ground, butt aching, pride cracking, heart shredded and my tears streaming down my cheek. Man, it just couldn't get any better could it?

A tired sigh escaped me and I used my shirt to wipe away the tears forming in my eyes.

If only I was brave enough to stand up for myself. If only someone could just reach out. But I had no one. It was just me. Myself. And. I.

Keep your cool Olay. You can do this.

I packed my books together, dusted the behind of my black jeans and walked to class.

Senior year here I come.

A/N: First chapter is up. What do you think? Btw I DO NOT promote bullying. Only cowards bully so if you're bullied or see someone being bullied reach out people, DON'T die in silence. Thanks. Btw I dedicate this chapter to itsjennijay for being such a wonderful friend, editor and supporting me. Thank you so much dear. Go check out her works. They're great! Vote and comment. Thank you!

Nita.