The Girl On The Bus

First Day

I remember the first day I saw her, she was new to the school. She had short brown hair with her ends dyed green and dark eyes almost close to black.

It was 5'o clock in the morning when I got on the bus to go to the school. I was a freshman and she was a senior. Sitting in the far back of the bus. All alone.
There was no more seats and I asked to sit with her. When I asked she gave me a death like glare and didn't speak but decided to move her bag along with her feet.
"Clover" I say reaching out my hand for her to shake.
She just turns away in disgust. I breathe slowly and try to speak again.
"Are you in any clubs?"
She mumbles and I ask her to speak again.
"Emma." She says quietly "and I'm not going to tell you what I do"
With that she put her hoodie up and continued reading.
We arrived at the school after what seemed like hours. Now that the sun was out you could see her features more clearly.
She had on a hoodie and some jeans with a black backpack. She looked well kept and not at all what a stereotypical girl would look like.
She didn't have glasses
And she obviously didn't want to change into some magical princess at a ball.
She was beautiful in her own way.
From her hair down to her shoes.
A beautiful simple girl.