Tragically Beautiful

The mysterious girl

    She was a seemingly normal seventeen year old girl on the outside, navigating through life the only way she knew how: loud and unafraid of consequence. Usually that meant getting her and her friends into some kind of legal trouble.
    The first time I saw her was my first day at F. John Bentley High School. -As a transfer student I pretty much stuck to the walls and avoided everyone. But there was something that made her stand out from the nameless faces that surrounded me. It wasn't her pink hair that had a white stripe racing across the bangs, or her all-around gothic style either. It had more to do with the way you could feel her attitude radiating off of her just by looking. And that was just my first glance whilst navigating my way through the hallway full of preppy kids.
My second chance encounter placed me in science class where everything was paced sluggishly all the way up until the intercom interjected with a middle aged lady on the other end saying. "Mr. Riddle"
The teacher replied, slightly startled with an almost lame "Yes, Mrs. Briggs."
"Can you send Ms. Lovato to the principals office please?" Asked he middle aged lady all too routinely.
As the name was called there was a simultaneous annoyed exhale coming from somewhere behind me.
"We only have three minutes left of class, can it wait?" Challenged Mr. Riddle.
Hardly giving the poor man a chance to finish the lady interjected with "Richard, this is urgent" sounding all too rushed. You could hear a click indicating that she'd hung up. The next sound was the class roar their primal "oo" kids do when someone was called out.
With a defeated sigh of his own the teacher looked briefly towards the back of the class. He said "Lovato" with the point of an index finger, dropped his head and turned the point into a thumb aimed at the door. I turned my head to see who the infamous "Lovato" was.
Sure enough, it was the one person from the school who stuck out like a sore thumb: the gothic girl from the hallway.
Class was dismissed two and a half minutes later, and I was about to start trying to navigate the halls again when I glanced out the window that led to the schools back parking lot. Then my glance was transformed into a gaze as I watched the goth girl being thrown into the back of a cop car that seconds later sped away.
Whilst watching the arrest, a girl about a year younger than me came up and remarked "Again? That's the fifth time this year."
I shoot her a look of confusion and concern.
"You're new here, right?" She quizzed, looking at me. So I confessed to her that I was. She followed with "you want to keep your distance from her." I shoot her another confused look but before I have time to even time to respond she blurts out: "I'm Olivia, by the way. What was your name?"