It was 7 p.m. I was in my room, reading Todd Strasser's Can't Get There From Here. A knock came on my dark brown, wooden bedroom door.
"Yeah?" I said.
"Its Angela."
"Oh. Come in."
I looked up as Angela entered the room. She was the young lady who had showed up at his office on Monday afternoon. She was quiet, petite and very pretty with pale skin huge dark brown eyes and short soft black hair. As she came into my room I saw her aura. I saw 2 of them; an inner one which was black and an outer one which was of a light pink, then it turned into an off white then a pink brown colour.
"Wait, Angela, stop. Moving. Stop moving," I told her.
"Why? What did I do? Did I do something wrong?" Angela looked around.
I laughed.
"No it's nothing like that dear."
"Oh. Then what is it?"
"It's just……your aura."
"My what?"
"Your aura. Your um true colours, so to speak."
"Oh. I still have no idea what you're talking about. Can I move now?"
"Yes sure. Sit down and let me explain."
"ok."
Angela went and sat down on the other bed that was in my room that October when she was here sometimes slept in. as Angela moved her aura turned from a dark green to a dark brown to a midnight blue to a black. Once she sat on the bed it turned back into an off white colour. I explained to her about auras.