Misfit Behind Popularity || School Bus Graveyard

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Ep 1 ; Red is so not my color! [EDITED]

"Loser!"

"Freak!"

"Slut!"

"Come on girls, leave this loser behind."

Musume Ronshaku.

Wait, no... Mutsumi Rokuda. The insanely popular girl out of the other four other girls. Being the daughter of a loan shark, of course she was spoiled rotten to the core. And being raised with no sympathy and kindness? Hell, that made it worse for others.

Her only desire was greed and sheer ignorance for everything going around her. Her world revolving on picking on others who she perceived was lower than her. Now she was the leader of a popular friend group, the history of each being dark that led them to this point.

The point where they simply bullied others just for the fun of it. Even driving bc others to suicide and depression to whoever crossed them.

Musume Ronshaku, Kashiko Murasaki, Hana Daidayama, Hoshiko Mizudori, and... Y/N L/N.

It didn't seem right, it didn't feel right..

Before she even rose to popularity, Y/N L/N was a nobody. The youngest daughter to insanely rich parents, and the little sister of a quiet older brother whom she looked up to.

She was just someone living in conformity. Blended in with the crowd just like a normal girl. No colored jacket, no eccentric style, no dyed hair....

Just her.

But the people in the school couldn't accept it. A young, lively person. She wanted to make friends, but she was bullied in the end.

At first, it was because of her hair, claiming it was always plain and weird to see. Then it was her face, saying that she was ugly. Pointing out any "abnormalities" they can see on her face. From her eyes, to her lips.

Then it was her body.. shaming her for what she ate. Shaming her for how she'd behave. Shaming her for anything at this point. And the poor girl clung to life as the reckless bullying sting her heart each day. Even for "acting as if she was higher than them". But that wasn't true at all...

Everyday, writings on her table. Scribbled with pure hatred and words that pained her heart.

'Kill yourself!'

'Might as well go jump off the roof if your gonna live life as an ugly ass pig'

'Useless!'

'You look as bad as your grades, dumb whore!'

She couldn't take it. Day after day after day, it just wouldn't stop. Even causing her to lock herself away from the world, afraid to come out and face society from the trauma and words that got to her head.

It was something her own parents and brother couldn't help her with because it was so caught up in her head. Like a mess.

It was until one day in her 8th grade year, she found herself crying. But it was about normal for her to cry everyday. Except this time, she felt someone in front of her. Someone approached her.