On my fourteenth birthday, the only desire I had was the desperate longing that the boy I had a crush on might notice me or touch my hands as he walked past. I guess I was an unrepentant romantic and a dreamer but I could never have imagined that my dreams a year later would soon be shattered, my mind pierced and my body violated by the same boy I dreamed of day and night. I was petit and short but quite pretty or so I thought with long straight silky hair set against a very dark skin which was why boys never noticed me. But whatever it was that I lost in looks, I made up academically for I was arguably the best student in my class. You see, Mokela High School was practically run by a group of boys and girls who go by the name 'The Elites' and who believe they are more privileged than others and the most prominent among them was a boy named Martin Oru. Martin, to be frank, was insanely good looking and girls go crazy by merely seeing him and as far as most girls in my school ar...