It was the first day of school, a day which I had awaited for so long. Morbid curiosity inspired me to get there early, so I could meet each child as they entered the classroom. No, I’m not a sociable extrovert. But I am fascinated with mortality, and my vision allows me to sense the aura of death, which always makes for interesting interactions with others. For a kid my age, most of the children I meet glow a vibrant green, with years to come ahead of them. Occasionally I’ll see somebody tinted with yellow, hinting an early death of natural causes. But it’s very rarely that I’ll see a red, a beautiful, deep, blood-red … a violent murder or suicide. And that’s the most interesting, in my opinion.
As my new classmates began to arrive, I picked out three crimson shadows out of the four students. An unusually high rate. “Is high school really that bad?” I thought to myself, smirking at them. But as more and more reds spilled into the classroom, I began to grow concerned. All of these young teenagers, about to die a spectacular death? “Suicide rates are the highest among high school and college students” I reasoned with myself, still slightly unsettled. But as the last few kids sprinkled in, their auras slowly deepening with the passage of time, I was more disturbed. That’s when I caught a glimpse of my rose-tinted reflection in the window. Now overcome with fear, I attempted to grab my backpack and make a run with it, but just as I was about to exit my seat, the door handle turned once again.
And in walked the teacher, grinning and glowing a sickly green.
[tagging @cheshireinunderland for some reason]
Is that reason because I like creepy stuff?
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