3: Adriana

                                    

                                          
I quickly leave history class, and push through the hordes of people to get into the hallway. I have a free period next hour, so I think I'm going to take a nap outside in the nice autumn weather. 
                          
I hum to myself as I stroll through the halls, until I see her. Adrianna Markus. She's standing by her locker, her earbuds in her ears, oblivious to the world around her. I've never really paid much attention to her, because she makes it clear she doesn't particularly like any of her classmates. We've spoken maybe twice in all of our years going to this school together, but I try not to be seen with her that often. It may sound very petty of me, but I don't think we would get along very well. She wears a lot of black. Of course most of her clothing looks black to me, but somehow, it looks intentional. She wears dark makeup, and dark bracelets up her arm. 
                          
For some unknown reason, I pay close attention to her as I walk. 
                          
Her hair -gray to me- is tied up in a simple ponytail; her face is turned away from me, but I know that if I was actually looking into her face, I would see dark, dark, grey eyes, and a very bright white smile. Although, it's very rare to see her smile. She has freckles -black, of course- sprinkled across her nose, and a silvery grey nose piercing. 
                          
Since when have I paid this much attention to her? We've never even talked to each other. What is wrong with me today? 
                          
I roll my eyes and keep walking, until I end up outside on the empty football field. There are a few students spread out in the bleachers, so I take a seat in the shade, and pull out my phone. I start to play some music, and close my eyes, enjoying the cool air. 
                          
Too soon, however, it's time for my next class. I pick up my things, and rush back into the school as the bell rings. Suddenly there are people pushing me around in the hallways, some elbowing me and others just blatantly pushing me. I push back, but still somehow manage to trip and fall, crashing into someone as I do.
                          
I don't mean to sound dramatic, but that's when my life changed forever .
                          
I fall to the ground, realizing that I rammed right into Adrianna Markus. She scowls at me, and starts to gather all the books she dropped. I do too, and then offer my hand to help her up. She takes it, and when she touches me, sparks fly. Literally. 
                          
Suddenly my world is thrown into color, and I look around me in awe. Slowly the grey walls melt away, replaced by bright colors. The walls are a dark color, and suddenly I realize why Carter smiles every time he looks at the artwork hanging on the walls. And the floor, it's a...greyish color? It's very similar to white...but...It's still so incredibly different... And Adrianna's hair is a gorgeous color. I let out a gasp of awe, and beam at the beautiful, beautiful, world around me. 
                          
I look to Adrianna, my soulmate, and nearly gasp. She's absolutely beautiful. She has luscious, beautiful hair, tied into her ponytail. And her eyes -oh hell- are striking. I have no knowledge of what colors belong to what name, but her eyes are so deep, yet so bright. They fade from light  to dark, and I think there is even a hint of silver hiding in her irises. But as I beam at her, my soulmate, she just glares at me as she dusts herself off. 
                          
I grin, saying, "Aren't they gorgeous?"  
                          
"What?" she asks, as if I'm stupid. 
                          
My grin fades, and even though I can now see the stunningly beautiful colors around me, my heart sinks. 
                          
"Th-the colors?" I whisper. 
                          
Apparently she didn't hear me, because she just rolls her eyes and says, "Fine, don't answer me. I have to go to physics. See you." 
                          
No. No, no, no. 
                          
She walks away, and I stare after her, my heart physically aching. She didn't see the colors. She didn't see them. 
                          
My soulmate didn't see the colors.