The witch girl

So it begins with the boy and a girl.

She sat there. At the back of the class. Kijo. No one talked to her. That is unless they were making fun of her. I had just transferred to Oakfield High.
From the little time I have spent here, I had grown fond of Kijo. She seemed nice. She was always drawing something.
Some girls threw something at her.
"Hey, witch girl! Why not fake a swan dive off the roof!" They laughed. Do they really think they're funny? I looked back at Kijo who had snapped her pencil.
I ruffled through my bag and gave her a pencil.
"Need a new one?" I said attempting to make small talk. I wanted to know her better. She seemed like she needed friends anyways.
"No. I'm good, thank you" She replied.
I nodded and looked at the teacher. As class went on I couldn't stop thinking of Kijo. She had messy short brown hair and her eyes were a beautiful hazel color that were almost orange. From what I know so far her laugh is like an evil villain in movies. She knows a few languages. She liked butterflies from what I could tell. She didn't have any friends. People mostly hated her actually. Oh, and people call her witch girl. I don't know why though. Her name means demon girl they say. From what I have noticed she stays quiet and observes people. I think that's c-
A loud bang followed by a crash interrupted my train of thought. I looked around the room. Kijo was covering her ears, wide-eyed. Terrified the poor girl was.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly. She nodded. Class went ok as normal. Apparently, something happened in the gym. Once class ended I noticed she was erasing something. I couldn't catch a glimpse of what sadly. I went to my next class which was math and sat in my seat.
"Ellis?" The teacher called. My hand shot up.
"Here!" I smiled at her.