Her soul looked bright and shiny to me. I’m not sure, it wasn’t a bright color, that’s for sure. But, when I saw her, her soul just shined through her school uniform. It was a radiant beam across the dull school hallway. Later, I noticed the same radiant glow coming out of the girl who sat in front of me in bio. I glanced at her face when she stood to present her bio project and discovered it was the same girl with the same joyous face. When she sat back down, I took a deep look inside her. Possibly I had been wrong, that happened sometimes when I was far from the person. Sure enough, her soul had a blinding shine to it, although the color was faded and gray. I heard voices echo in my head. What was happening? I heard words that formed into sentences, “I’m not good enough”

“This is all my fault” “They hate me” “I ruin everything”.

Suddenly, I felt the air hit my face. I was out. I took a long look at the girl. Now that I had heard what her thoughts were, she didn’t look happy at all. She looked depressed, bored, and, frankly, sad.

Had I been imagining her joyous face simply because her soul was shining? Perhaps she was never happy, and it was all in my head.