My Experience

Everyone has a great fondness for the fist day of school, correct ? New Year, new classes, new buddies. Normally it's a day full of possibilities and aspirations, before all the dreary depressions of reality show up to destroy all the fun. I like the first day of school because of another reason, though. You see, I have a sort of power. When I look at people, I can discern a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet around my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have ample time left.

A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tint to their auras, which tends to mean a vehicle collision or some other disaster. Anything that takes people "before their time" as they say. The actual fun is when the auras plunge into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again I'll see someone who's basically a walking stoplight. Those are the ones who get assassinated or murdered themselves.

It's such a rush to see them and know their time is numbered. With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout out my classmates' fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. I chuckled to myself. Too damn bad, brother. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my rose-tinged reflection in the window, but I was too stupefied to move. Our Professor intervened in and locked the door, his aura a nauseating shade of green.