Miss Punk Rock

Arabella Williams
Her dark hair and clothes reflected her soul like a mirror.
She was Miss Punk Rock
At least to herself.
Others might've seen her as troubled and depressed.
They were right.
She thought that there was nothing left to love about the world,
About her life.
But, you see, that's the key word.
"Thought"
That is, until she saw him.
What caught her eye first was the bright red hair that spiked around his head.
Second?
His laugh.
He seemed so happy. So fun. So... Extraordinary.
But she didn't have time for coy little love stories when love wasn't something that went so well for her.
She brushed the thought of him off.
She thought that she would never see him again.
Again, that key word.
"Thought"
She thought that love didn't exist.
"Thought"
That is, until she saw him leaning against the aged brick wall in that abandoned parking lot that was her smoking spot.
With all the courage she could muster, she spat,

" and who are you?"

He turned to face her.

" Michael Clifford."