Trapped

Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. It's a day full of potential and hope, before the dreary depressions of reality show up to ruin all the fun.

I like the first day of school for a different reason, though. You see, I have a sort of 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 around my age had 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 it some other tragedy. Anything that takes place "before their time" as people 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 to see them and know their time is numbered.

With that in mind, I always get to class very early so I can scout my classmates fates. The first kid who walked in was basically radiating red. Too damn bad, bro. But as people kept walking in they had that same intense glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own rose-tinted reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor walked in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...TO BE CONTINUED

Read the rest of this short story to learn more about what happens next. The summary does not belong to me but is a story prompt that I found on Pinterest. I hope you like and enjoy the rest of the story.

Pinterest story prompt- https://pinterest.com/pin/237353842844195686/?source_app=android