School was fun. 

Especially the start of a new year. Students rushing in to find their favourite spot across their best buddies, the smell of new books and a sense of excitement in the air. Being a 10-year-old starting the new school term, these were our primary mission. 

The only problem is that school wasn’t the same for me. Right from my birth, I’ve been burdened with this amusing power which is rather a constant distraction for me. I’ve personally named this unique power of mine as “The Vibe”. 

The Vibe is an unusual power which allows me to identify a person’s death just by looking at them. For example, when I see a bright green coloured pattern around a person, it means they have got plenty of years before their death & they’ve got nothing to worry about. If the colour turns Amber, it’s usually that the person might die of natural causes in a couple of days or even months. Things start to get horrific when I could feel a red coloured vibe around a person. Once I witnessed a red vibe around my teacher before he left for home from school. The next day we came to know that he was stabbed to death by a stranger for money at a nearby gas station. Personally, the red vibe creeps the hell out of me. 

Whenever I tried to warn anyone, as a 10-year-old with a fancy backpack, all I usually get is a chuckle or a “mind your own business” attitude. Life was figuratively colourful yet the red vibe always scared me.

As usual, I reached my school early that day. I went inside my empty classroom, sat near a corner, just by the window, waiting to examine each of my classmate’s fate. Almost every time, I get to see only green vibes around my classmates since we are basically kids. On a very rare occasion, I get the Amber vibe. But that day changed my life.

As my friend Erica entered the classroom, she instantly noticed my horror expression and enquired what was wrong with me. I shrugged her off since it was difficult for me to tell her that she is going to face a violent death very soon. The day only got worse as my classmates came in one after the other; all I could feel was a reddish vibe around each of them. As the last student entered and the classes were set to begin, all I could see was a red vibe throughout the classroom. I was starting to sweat profusely, knowing the fact that each one of my classmates and friends were going to face a violent death that day.

With my heart trembling in fear, as I raise my hand to wipe off my sweat, I noticed a clear red coloured pattern illuminating through my very own arms. The window reflection of myself made me realise that I was surrounded by a dark red coloured vibe like the rest of my classmates.

Is this it? But how? I was confused and scared at the same time.

It was then John, my classmate entered the room. For a particularly bright student, he came very late that day with a heavy rucksack and to my goodness, he was the only person to be surrounded by the greenish vibe I have ever seen. 

I was relieved; relieved by the fact that atleast John was going to survive that day. But the feeling didn’t last long. 

I, along with my fellow classmates let out a gasp in terror as John took out his heavy submachine gun from his rucksack and started firing mercilessly at each one of us.

School WAS fun. But definitely NOT in the United States of America.