I have sort of a power. When I look at people, I can sense a sort of aura around them. A colored outline based on how long that person has to live. Most everyone I meet my age is surrounded by a solid green hue, which means they have plenty of time left.
A fair amount of them have a yellow-orangish tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a car crash or some sort of tragedy. Anything that takes people "before their time" as they say.
The real fun is when the auras venture 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 murdered or kill themselves. It's such a rush thing to see them and know that 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 bad, bro. But as people kept walling in, they all had the same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own red reflection in the window. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green.
