"It's like she has a soul that's much too big for her."

Andrea leaned forward, holding onto the triangular rail. The subway stopped, and a new wave of passengers embarked. It's fascinating to watch them all. Their auras are multitudes of every color. Andrea smiled. Then she stomped aboard. Her aura flared. Andrea was instantly blinded. She shut her eyes against the light stumbled through the crowd. Earning some glares, not that she could see them, Andrea fell into a seat. "Owww." An uncomfortable weight dug underneath her legs. The doors closed with a whistle, and the subway launched forward.

"Could you get your feet off of me?" An annoyed voice inquired to her right.

"Oh, sorry." Andrea sat up, a wave of vertigo crashing over her, and put her feet on the floor.

"Are you okay?"

Indistinct shapes danced from underneath her eye lids. "Yeah, yeah I'm-I mean I will be fine."

"What happened?" The girl shifted beside her.

"I, um, fell." Because she couldn't very well say she got blinded by someone's aura now could she? Andrea opened her eyes and blinked. They seemed to be fine now. Andrea turned to the person beside her. She was pretty, all dressed in black. Raven hair pulled back into a ponytail, black shirt and skirt, and boots with silver tips. It was the girl. Her aura had dimmed, and Andrea could see it.

Dark purple streaks swirled around her, tightly woven with golden yellow and vivid sky blue. Yet, Yet, Andrea squinted, faint neon green streak overlaid them all. In all her life, she had never seen such a color in one's aura. "Your aura blinded me."

"What?" The girl looked at her strangely.

Andrea shook her head. "I'm sorry, can we-can we start again?" She stuck out her hand, "I'm Andrea."

The girl smiled and shook it. "Sam. So what is this about 'my aura'?" Sam closed her eyes and laid back, hands behind her head.

Andrea took a deep breath. Keep it simple, short, easy. She looked down and twiddled her fingers. "Everyone-every living thing I mean, has an aura. Your aura is sort of a 'physical' representation of your soul. It has a core color, which represents you, and other colors of the people you are with the most." Andrea looked sideways at the other girl. Sam was frowning. Andrea looked back down, dark brown hair covering her face.

"Um, anyways, the more vivid the color, the more that person is confident or in tune with themselves. Most people's auras are mildly visible, while a few are bright. But you…" Andrea trailed off. She sat up. "Your aura was so bright that I was physically blinded. It flared." Did Sam actually believe her?

Sam leaned forward, eyes twinkling, "So I, what, really believe in myself and friends? Something like that? And what colors are in my aura anyways?"

Andrea smiled crookedly. "Something like that. And your aura is purple, representing you, yellow, and an extremely vivid blue. A very special friend perhaps?"

Sam smirked, her cheeks pink. "He's just a good friend."

"Uh-huh, okay. Well, there's something weird in your aura and your friends'. There's a faint neon green streak. I've never seen that color in anyone's aura all my life."

Sam, very slightly, stiffened. "I-I don't know what that would be."

Andrea was instantly suspicious. Sam did know who it was, based on her reaction. And that color. Only a few colors were dangerous, reds or blacks; not greens. But Sam's neon green streak almost pulsed. Whoever it represented, was an integral part of her and her friends' lives, and if that person was dangerous….