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ā€˜Seeing Red (The First Day of School)ā€™ by Zenryhao Everyone loves the first day of school, right? New year, new classes, new friends. 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 canā€¦sense a sort of aura around them. A colour 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 plenty of time left. A fair amount of them have a yellow orange tinge to their auras, which tends to mean a disease or fire; some tragedy. Anything that takes people ā€œbefore their timeā€ as they say. The real fun is when the auras venture into the red end of the spectrum, though. Every now and again Iā€™ll see someone whoā€™s basically a stoplight. Those are the ones who get in a car crash, or even a victim of crime. Itā€™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 classmatesā€™ fates. The first kid who came in was basically radiating red. I tsk tsk tsk. Huh. But as people kept walking in, they all had the same intense red glow. I finally caught a glimpse of my own fading reflection in the window, but I was too stunned to move. Our professor stepped in and locked the door, his aura a sickening shade of green...
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The Red Wristband A doctor was working at a hospital, a hospital where the patients were tagged with coloured bands. Green: alive. Red: deceased. One night, the doctor was instructed to get a few supplies from the basement of the hospital, and so he headed to the lift. The lift doors opened and there was a patient inside, minding her own business. Patients were allowed to roam around the hospital to stretch, especially those who have stayed long. The rule was to be back in their rooms before ten. The doctor smiled at the patient before pressing the number for the basement. He found it unusual that the woman didnā€™t have a button already pressed. He wondered if she was heading to the basement too. The lift finally reached the floor where the doors opened. In the distance a man was limping towards the elevator, and in a panic the doctor slammed the elevator button to close. It finally did and the lift began to ascend back up, the doctorā€™s heart pounding. ā€œWhy did you do that? He was trying to use the lift.ā€ The woman stated, annoyed. ā€œDid you see his wrist?ā€ The doctor asked, ā€œIt was red. He died last night. I would know because I did his surgery.ā€ The woman lifted her wrist. He saw red. She smiled. ā€œLike this one?ā€
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