"I have no soul?" I questioned a familiar petite face.
"Yea, all redheads don't have one!" She said all perked up
"Do you fancy that theory?" I asked getting annoyed.
"No, because I used to be a redhead once, and I had a very jumpy personality!" She exclaimed as she showed me a piece of her brown hair that was slightly orange.
"Bye Emma." I said annoyed as I shut my locker door and stormed off.
(I have a good personality.) I thought to myself.
"Ya you do!" I shouted back to my thoughts. Then realizing I said that out loud. Then people started staring at me awkwardly.
It was lunch time and I was eating with my friends Serena and Gaby. We were the bestest of friends. Also the rulers of our school.
Serena's description:
Brown eyes.
Tan skin.
Mixed w blak and white.
Mid-length height.
Light brown hair.
Gaby's description:
Light brown eyes.
Tan skin.
Short.
Hispanic.
Light brown hair.
They're description sounds kinda alike, but trust me they look totally different.
"Hey guys?" I said
"Yeah?" They both said in a unison
