ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

Mornings don't always look pleasant but the moment her eyes opened and take in the sight of the beaming sun directly facing her bed, she knew it was going to be a great day. She yawned, her hands moving above her head and the most lucent smile to ever exist took over her face, she couldn't help it. Her eyes close on their own, letting the sun bathe her face with it's soft caress, humming her to go back to sleep. She's always loved nature but what destiny threw her way, she didn't have time to bathe in it all the time.

Fatima Musa Babagana known as Eff-emm-bee or Maah stood up from her bed and stare at herself in the mirror like she does everyday. There is no day that passes by without her checking out what she has gained or lost from her body. It looks like she has lost a little weight, that is alright since she is starved herself the whole last week because her daddy is back home and whenever he is home, she never eats or stay home but she did this week.

She sighed, that is not the story she wants to dive into just now. She is already late for college but has she ever cared about that? It's not like they can expel her from the school or suspend her, they can say goodbye to their school if that happens. She hates how influential she is or more clearly, how her father is, she wanted them to send her away from the school so she can do everything she wants. She has no friends other than her minions in school, it makes her life lonely.

A huff escaped her lips before she made her way to her bathroom to take another relaxing bath. She pampers her body like she does at spa or do something even the ones in spa don't get because she has the money to do so. In more beautified words, her father spits out money which makes life easy for her. She does not have to ask for anything, it is served in a golden platter always. Except for things he caused himself. For the aches, the pain he has drilled with his hands inside of her, that is what his money couldn't quench.

Her delicate recently manicured fingers unweave through the hangers in her walk-in closet for new outfit. She is three hours late to school but it doesn't mean she would hurry to reach there, it's not like she pays attention anyway. She only makes herself present in classes when there is nothing for her to do but as long as she has a new toy, she makes sure to play with it to her hearts content. A sinister smile take over her face at the thought of getting a rag doll to use for the day. Her neck cracked to the side, emphasizing how this soul will suffer in her hands.

Her hand settled on a flamingo Susen shirt she recently bought online and never wore it then a rasin slacks she wore last year for a birthday party. She changed into them, slipped her new Louboutin stilettos, took a waist belt bag and left the room for some breakfast. She heard the sounds of the other three people living in the house with her, hiss unknowingly slip out from her lips as she changed her way to avoid unnecessary interactions. Her breakfast is in the kitchen, she ate her thing in silence, trying to shield herself away from the excited squeals coming from inside the house.

Why is the large house echoing so much nuisance? She grumbled in distaste, she don't want to use her energy for anything scanty and useless and to her, her stepmother and step siblings are sleazier than the dustbin in her school.

Gulping down the last sip of her creamy coffee, she left the house in a rush only to meet her driver sleeping. Her teeth gnashed in annoyance, he had three hours to sleep but he wants to do that now? The rage from inside cloud her mind and she use the heel of her shoe to match his feet. He is the at the end of her wrath today, poor old man.

The middle aged man shrilled in pain and surprise, standing away from the chair he is sleeping on beside the well polished pink 2020 Toyota Hilander awaiting her presence for more than three hours. He didn't know when sleep took over him, he was waiting for two hours and now, he has caused trouble for himself. He gulped, his eyes casted down to the floor to avoid another backlash from this young lady. He always manage to stay away from her, drive her to and fro without saying a word so she won't notice him. Clearly, this is not his day.

"Is that what you are paid for? Or is your emolument not enough for you?" She raise her perfectly carved brow she spent good twenty minutes drawing out with her brunette pencil.

That is also her life, she loves makeup to the bastard level because to her, makeup boosts her confidence and makes her look more daring. With makeup, there is nothing that could bring her down from her mighty horse. Not when she knows how she looks with it, how challenging she looks to stop anyone from coming closer.

"I-m so sorry, Madam. Please forgive me, it won't happen again." He stuttered, his eyes staring at the heels that just dug a deep hole on his feet. His attention isn't on the pain, he won't give her the satisfaction of wincing due to the pain she caused.

"Or you can say goodbye to your job. Hop on let's leave, I don't have all day." She rounded the car and settled inside, pinning her ears with iPods not to listen to any nonsense from the whimpering man.

She can easily drive herself to school if she wants but having a chauffeur makes her feel more powerful, or so she thought. If she drives herself to school, then she will be like every other bitch inside the college which is something she is strongly against. How can they be doing same thing because they go to the same school? Fucking hell, she won't give them the pleasure of trying to get to her foot, it won't happen. She will always be superior, not their mate.

Upon arriving at the American University of Nigeria Yola, everyone's eyes is now on the pink car because no one owns a pink car in that whole campus but Fatima Musa Babagana. And the car isn't regular one, one of the most expensive the most richest man in the country drives. Yeah, she got what she wants like no other soul in that state. Everyone knows about her, her superiority, daring attitude, rude nature and deepest loathe for being equal with anyone.

"Hey, girl! Early as usual." Hayaat, one of her friends or so she thought, she is actually a minion, greeted her around the car. They are always there to greet her like her bodyguards, that's what they are rumoured to be once upon a time.

Hayaat is a Yoruba girl from a not so high mighty background, she got a scholarship to AUN. Since she is also a bad girl, loves partying, not even a maiden, she easily clicked it off with Fatima when she joined. It wasn't easy befriending Fatima, not at all but she did it anyway. Fatima made her do all sort of work, like holding her bag, writing her notes, even her attendance sometimes. Though Fatima never cared about attendance, she still made her work for her friendship and she earned it.

Currently, she is wearing a tight jeans one won't begin to imagine how she manage to slip them on those thin legs. Her white shirt is tight too and almost transparent, showing the highlights of her blush pushup bra. Her feet are clasped in sneakers, a crinkled cotton veil is what she tied in a turban, a hand down from Fatima which she never mind wearing. The fact that she does not have something close to what Fatima has made her bow down to get what she can.

What are friends for is what she thinks when she is actually begging for it.

"Way too early today, what's up?" Bara'a grinned, her lips widening more than it should to please the girl before her. Who doesn't want to be in Maah's good books?

Bara'a on the other hand came from Abuja to study there in AUN and her father is also a very well known minister. She don't get hand downs from Fatima but also ask her a few times for the ones she likes. And something about Fatima, she likes giving out things knowing she has a lot of them, she cannot count her clothing articles so she gives them out to those three girls. Her money, her clothes, her food and every other thing is like theirs so they never feel bad even if she is rude to them.

Bara'a is the one more conservative amongst the quartet. She mostly wears maxi dresses, knee length t-shirts and other things that won't show much body but it doesn't mean she is a saint. She is also not a maiden, something Fatima never played with but allowed them to do as they please. No matter the level of her rebelliousness, she is not one to play with certain things. She mostly like doing things to irritate the society but not into men, she hates those species from the bottom of her heart.

She despise men, they are not but nuisance which means she is a good maiden! Men, her father set out an example for her so she knows exactly where and when to stop the line.

"Couldn't go back to sleep and getting ready didn't take time." She bite hard on her bubblegum to create that havoc and series of sounds disliked by society. It doesn't matter who hates it, they can't confront her about it for it will cause more trouble.

"Well, to keep you updated on what is happening now, nothing happened today but..." Hayaat trailed off, giving the vibe to their other friend so she can fill up the line. They knew their friend is going to enjoy the news very much hence, they couldn't wait to say it aloud.

"We have a new kid!" Betsy giggled at the inside joke because from the way Fatima's face twisted in the most cruel way, there is no doubt the school will be fun that day. It's been long since a new student joined their college so this is their chance.

Clearly, Betsy is a Christian on the other hand, from Osun State. While Betsy is a little not prideful, she is also easily bent when it comes to Fatima and loves Fatima for real. She tells her the truth sometimes and most of the times, she just go with the flow of being a bully. Though being a Christian amongst trio Muslims, she is the one with less sins than those other two friends of Fatima. She doesn't follow boys, likes staying in her limit and also concentrates more on studying than anything.

Her parents are farmers, they work hard to give her money and pay her school fees. When Fatima found out about how tight and financially troubled they are, she offered to help with pocket money while her parents pay her school fees. Betsy was extremely prideful though she could do nothing but accept, they don't have the money. That is how big Fatima's heart is, she is nice to the people around her and loves to help.

She is closest to Fatima, the others don't know about that though and she likes to keep it that way. Hayaat is jealous of anyone having relationship with Fatima and she knows the limit of Hayaat's jealousy, she keeps it low. The girl is obsessed with the rich girl, she dots over her footprint.

"Details." Fatima inquired, cat walking down the path to their department where she is going to check results. Not that she doubts her brains, she is sure she has passed all those courses without perturb.

"I think she just started this year, our department too and she's skinny. She's wearing a white maxi dress with imprints of yellow sunflowers all over it." Hayaat chirped in this time, telling her the notes she's managed to imprint in her head more than the results that just came out.

"Boring." Fatima made a look of distaste, halting in front of the board and everyone moved away for her to stand. Sometimes she feels irritated that they are that afraid of her, she is just rude but not violent.

"You don't need to check it out, you have five Bs and three As." Betsy whispered from behind Fatima and she smiled. This is not the influence of her father, this is where her brains works on it's own.

She doesn't study, that time is too precious for her to spend studying but if she stays in class, go through her note once, she will write any exam coming her way. Some say she is a guru by nature and damn right, she is guru by nature. Studying psychology isn't easy but she manage to pull it off without breaking a sweat and always studies people like the back of her hand. It comes naturally to her too, her professors always give her that compliment she never liked.

"What about you girls?" She swerved around and meander down the other path she is sure this new kid of theirs is. She wants to have some fun, it's been so long since that happened.

"Passes." They didn't go into details and she doesn't care.

At the end of their department, there is a clearing meant for students to study or eat or do whatever they want to and right behind it is a hostel for girls. If this girl said to start this college just this year, it means she will be staying there in the hostel. The field is beautiful. The greenery of the place makes it more quite and calm but nothing peaceful ever happens in that place. Any crime is committed there!

Her eyes yaw to slits as she surveyed the area for this lady wearing white and imprints of sunflower. From the description, Fatima knew that she is those innocent little girls leaving their home for the first time. She likes them like that, they are more fun to bully and pick up on. Mindless to the stares she is getting from the guys there, as usual.

Her smile again took over, that nefarious smile that weakened the knees of a warrior. To men, it might look seductive and a call from a seductress and to women, it's as though she is mocking their looks and intelligence. Only the ones who knew what and how Fatima Musa Babagana's head works know what is behind that malevolent smile. It exudes danger, peril, detriment and misfortune. Some say she is a demoness, because she has no heart nor soul.

"Hey there, come back here!" Her sleek, glossy and captivating voice bounced across the field, halting everyone from moving or doing whatever they are doing. Whenever Fatima calls someone like that, there is no doubt she is going to bring tears to someone's eyes.

She has the perfect voice, brain, figure, face but not attitude!

The little innocent girl she just called also screeched to a halt and turn around to see who called out to her. She is together with the new friend she just made, showing her around the college and hostel. She does not know anyone in that school neither has anyone approached her but this person just did. As she swerved around to see who it was, she heard the friend she made gasp in horror which makes her worry that they are in danger.

"Innalillah, you are done for, Fatima! Her name is Fatima Musa Babagana, she is a bully and that is exactly what she is going to do to you. I'm sorry, I can't help you." Her new friend sounded helpless, it makes her more alarmed of the situation.

Is this a highschool or something? Why are they bullying people even in college, this is uncalled for!