Beautiful Souls Read Free

double doors together and into the front hall, headed toward our lockers, and chatted casually for a few more minutes. Leo’s eyes fell on me and held their gaze for a second longer than normal, and I thought I felt a strange warmth that caressed my body. What was that? The warning bell sounded a moment later, and we agreed to meet up at lunch before we headed off our own ways.
                       My Homeroom was with Mr. Stanley, my absolute favorite teacher. He had dark hair streaked thinly with gray strands around the tops of his ears and temples, wore thick-rimmed black reading glasses, and was a smidgen on the dorky side because of his dry sense of humor and jokes; he clearly loved teaching and honestly cared for his students, so he was my favorite teacher nonetheless.
                       I'd approached Mr. Stanley’s classroom, and through the doorway I heard chatter bouncing off the walls and out into the hallway from the twenty-three other students in my Homeroom. The voice of one particular person floated above all the others and was undeniable. Emmy.
                       More accurately her name is Emily, but for those of us that were near and dear we lovingly called her Emmy. She was my best girl friend, undoubtedly and unarguably the most popular girl in school. She's beautiful and looked like she should belong along the beaches of southern California’s surf community instead of a small farming community in mid-America.
                       Emmy’s of average height for a seventeen-year-old girl, unlike me who usually stood an entire head taller than all of my other female schoolmates. She had long sandy-blonde hair that held a natural wave, tiny streaks of strawberry highlights that shined when the sun hit them at just the right angle, and wide eyes so deep blue that they almost appeared to be violet. I’d never seen anything like them, and when Emmy looked at me they are the kindest and sweetest eyes; I could see straight through to her light hearted, gentle soul.
                       Emmy's also a chatterbox, one of the many reasons she's so popular. She had never met a thought that she hadn't shared and it drove me insane, but I loved her to pieces regardless. We're complete opposites, but somehow we filled each others' gaps and it worked.
                       I reluctantly walked through the classroom doorway, unsure if I was actually ready to begin this school day. I took my regular seat in the next to last row beside Emmy. Her violet eyes had been fixed on me since I first walked into the room, and they danced with obvious anticipation and anxiousness. I giggled to myself at her excitement. I wished sometimes that I could've been more like that.
                       Emmy sat in her chair with her legs tucked underneath her, bouncing with excitement. She looked as if she couldn't contain herself another moment and may perhaps burst if the information she had held inside didn’t come out within the next two seconds.
                       Emmy wiggled herself into an actual sitting position the same moment I took my seat next to her, then she began her spiel immediately.
                        “You’ll never guess!”
                       My lips curled up at the edges when I'd thought of a funny retort --- well, funny to me anyway. “You saw a new pair of boots at the mall, and just can’t wait to show them to me,” I replied jokingly in a sarcastic tone. Emmy’s news almost always involved some new article of clothing that she had recently spotted in the mall or in a magazine she’d been perusing. I didn’t care for fashion as much as the average girl, but I played along for Emmy’s sake. If it was important to her, then it was important to me. After all, what were friends for?
                       “No, totally good