Olive Eleanor Williams.

That was the first ones name. The nice small blond average girl was not an extraordinary girl. She was an average 5 on the popular scales. She wasn't awfully small, but enough to be bullied with and to be an outcast. Not that she was ugly, but nobody would give her a second glance.

A few 'friends' as she called them. They really weren't her friends tough. They would laugh at her if she did something stupid (which was often) or would just ignore her.

Average student, no big temper, easily scared. The ultimate nothing. Many people who didn't know her would call her a person with no feelings.

They however did not know that every insult would sting, every 'suprise' in her locker would make her cry. She was very, very emotional.

Olive Eleanor Williams.

The girl who was thought to stay quiet, would end up being the one screaming. No one would suspect her being a heroin. But yet, she would.

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"So he told Ashley that I told Rick that Nicole liked Andrew, I mean like; why would you say such a thing? I only told Rick that I..." I sighed. The only reason I sat here was because I got lonely after weeks of sitting alone.

Emma wouldn't shut up. Ever. I knew that from experience. She talked to no one, I knew that for sure. Sometimes I even suspected her of being mentally sick, but I would never ever say that out loud.

I could already see the notes in my locker; GO DIE IN A HOLE WILLIAMS. Yes you're right. I'm not even worth a goddamn comma. This was actually a note in my locker weeks ago. I face palmed reading it.

"And then Naomi told Ben that he made it all up! Can you believe it!" I internally screamed.

ZOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMM

Stupid deaf making bell. Sometimes I wished I was stunningly beautiful, so I could reject people or make them jealous. Would do some good to my damaged ego.

I packed my stuff and walked to the door, only to see it being blocked by one of the school jockeys, Harry. I cursed softly.

"Where are you going, Williams?" Harry snarled. "Didn't you like my letter?" After a while I remembered the awfully bad written letter that was left on my bike.

"Ah yes... the one with the million grammar mistakes." I whispered. Too bad he heard me, cause within 5 seconds I was up against the wall.

"What did you just say?!" He screamed at me. Ouch... touchy subject. He looked at me with pure rage, one I had only witnessed once. Ah.. terrible memories.

Dad wasn't very nice that day. The scars proved that.

As expected I soon felt the power of a fist full of rage. The pain was excruciating. It felt as if I was set on fire, spit on, and then thrown in front of a truck with spikes in front of it.

Not a very pleasurable feeling. I felt the tears stream down my cheek as I got another hit, maybe more, I was too far away to really count.

Another one,

And another one.

Make that two.

Soon I felt nothing more as I fell in a deep dark place. The only thing keeping me the slightest bit concious was the hope that a teacher would appear. I mean, WERE IN A GODDAMN SCHOOL! But then I couldn't keep in this state.

I fell deep.

The last I heard was Ms. Krankum (Really, that's her name.) screaming at 'Harry' or as I will now call him, The Monster of Beating Girls.. I would have to work on that when I would get better or something like that.

AUTHOR NOTES: As you all see, Olive is a very very very polite, reserved Girl. In the next chapter you will meet the next OC. NO MARY SUE'S! Please review. COME TO MY SIDE, I HAVE COOKIES.