They weren't laughing, they were deeply concerned and I couldn't figure out why. It was an ordinary day in 9th grade. The only remarkable thing was I was wearing a brand new yellow sweatshirt. I had beenin school for an hour or so when one of my teachers came up to me. - Oh no, Froken Boring, how are you? Please, go home immediately! You aren't about to pass out, are you? I just stared at the teacher. I was perfectly fine and told her so. Thirty minutes later another teacher approached me and urged me to go home ASAP to get better. In total NINE teachers begged me to home that day. They had never ever inquired about my health like that before, so what on earth was going on?I looked in a a mirror and noticed how the sweatshirt made my skin glow in this sickly greenish hue. I looked like I was about to vomit all over the floor and then pass out any moment, but I was feeling fine. So, I concluded that yellow apparently makes me look deathly ill (the same goes for light pink; completely washes me out).