Karisma Johnson, fourteen years old. Her appearence was like any other teenager, other than her violet-purple hair she was born with. It's quite rare. Her hair reached over her shoulders, long enough to be pulled up. Her hair was always pulled into a ponytail, because, since she was an only child, her mom and dad were overprotective, which she hated a lot. "Why do you always have to put my stupid hair up?" She grumbled. "Karisma, we went over this yesterday, you'll get lice!" Her mother replied. She growled back.
"Alright, dear, get your bag, and go to the car. I'll be there in a second." Her mom told her. Karisma went and got her bag, and walked outside and got into her mom's car. Five minutes later, her mom came outside to start the car. She then drove Karisma to school. The ride didn't take long to get there. When she arrived at school, she hugged her mom, said goodbye, and walked out of the car and shut the door behind her. Her mom then drived away.
Karisma was then stopped by a girl named Micheala. Micheala was the most popular and the most meanest girl in school. She always mocked Karisma for no apparent reason. So did Micheala's awful friends, Joyce and Isabell. "I don't know why someone like her goes to a high budget school. She'll ruin the school's reputation!" Joyce said to Isabell. "I know. But be quiet about it! She'll act like a rage monster if she finds out. She is so over-sensitive." Isabell replied back to Joyce. They didn't know that Karisma was right around the corner, eavesdropping on their conversation. "Those rascals will pay for what they have said!" Karisma said, angrilly.
