[ WP ] One day , in High School , you unintentionally get into a fight and are stabbed in the process . As you lie dying on the floor with everyone around you , you notice that your hands and face are beginning to glow a fiery yellow . You seem to be `` regenerating . ''

There are some days when I hate my job. 
 
 Do n't get me wrong, I love teaching. But the inner-city school where I work is vastly different from the suburbs where I grew up. I had some trouble adjusting at first. It took a few years before I earned the trust of the kids. But now they respect me, for the most part. At least they stay in their seats now. Most of the time, my students are some of the most thoughtful and caring kids you'll ever meet. 
 
 This is not one of those times. Today, Jack has finally decided to go after Devon. If the rumors floating around my classroom are to be believed, Devon has been flirting with Jack's on-again off-again girlfriend. It is a bit unclear as to wether Jack and his girlfriend are on or off at the moment. They must be on, because a fight has erupted just outside the cafeteria doors. 
 
 There is a protocol in place when a fight breaks out. Step number one is to call the security guard. Step number two is to try and clear out the area of other students. Step number three is to wait until security shows up. We do not touch the students. We do not get pulled in. And we most certainly do NOT jump in-between the two students. 
 
 I obviously was n't thinking when I jumped in. It was instinct, I think. I saw that flash of silver heading towards Devon's throat and I could n't just stand by and do nothing. I took the blade instead. 
 
 I saw the regret instantly flash though Jack's eyes. I felt an intense, burning pain as the pocket knife slice my neck. As I lay on the floor, I could se the boots of the security guard running down the hall. My eyes grew heavy and my vision faded to black. 
 
 But then the black was replaced by grey, and then by yellow. And then I could open my eyes. 
 
 I immediately shut them again, blinded by a fiery yellow light. As if by instinct, I touched my hand to the gaping wound in my neck. Just beneath the tips of my fingers, I could feel the gash grow smaller and smaller and the pain beginning to subside. 
 
 The pain now gone, I open my eyes. A crowd of bewildered students and teachers surround me, shocked into silence. Jack's face is paper white; Devon has tears streaming down his face. Looking down at myself, I can not see a single drop of blood. 
 
 The police have arrived now, and begin their questioning. They leave with nothing, as there is absolutely no way anyone can prove what happened. 
 
 The rumors spread around school for the next couple years, of the incredible teacher who defied death. The story was passed down from class to class. But it soon became just that, a story. And I became a regular teacher again once more. 
 
 There are some days when I hate my job, but at least my secret remains safe.
