she had a great personality

Her hair shone like spun gold; a floating evening sky.
She laughed at all the jokes, whether they were funny or not. She bubbled and giggled all day. She never insulted anyone, not that anyone knew of at least. She always helped the younger students, the losers, the outcasts, the freaks. She talked to them like they had been her friends forever.
So, no one understood how anyone could dislike her or how her hair could turn so scarlet and lose it's life on the blood stained pavement that day.