Gentleman of the Apocalypse

Doomsday Graduation

My last day of school.

How time flies so fast. I'm already 18 and graduating from high school.

On my way to the school grounds, I was walking down the road, all alone.

Everyone else had friends they could talk to, happily chatting away and cherishing their last moments together.

It would be sad to see the people close to you go their separate ways, so now was the best time to live in the moment.

Unfortunately for me, I have no such friends. Just silently walking forwards with my head down and no one to talk to.

But at this point, I couldn't really give a damn. Why should I care about everyone else?

After arriving at the school grounds, I walked down the hallway leading to my classroom.

"Hey, hey...it's that girl Ori. Look at her ponytail, it really fits in with her long crimson hair. Isn't she pretty?"

I overheard one of the conversations of the girls behind me.

"Don't even bother. She may be a beautiful girl on the outside, but she has a terrible personality on the inside. It's best to keep your distance."

That 'Ori' the girl was referring to is me, Oriane. As much as I'd like to break that girl's nose for spreading lies about me, I decided it wasn't worth the trouble. There's too many of them to count these days.

I'm not proud to say it, but I'm pretty much the most hated girl in the entire school. Eyes coming from multiple directions stared at me, as if they were looking at some sort of vile, disgusting creature.

I'm already used to this sort of treatment, but it still pisses me off. Especially that group of people giving me obscene looks on my right.

Men.

I glared my eyes towards the boys, causing them to stagger back and look away. What a bunch of assholes. Just leave me alone and give me peace, please.

Taking a peek from the window of my classroom, I could see that the atmosphere was lively. They were all having a great time during their last day together, huh? Wow, what a fun party.

As soon as I opened the doors of the classroom, everyone had their eyes set on me and everything fell silent.

I hated it when they looked at me that way. I wished it would stop.

I slowly walked over to my desk at the corner by the window with my head down.

"If it isn't that lying b****."

"W****."

"I wish she would just d**."

"Dirty c***."

I censored all the words in my head and tried to get them off my mind. Ignore everything, never acknowledge it. All these words are too incoherent and illogical for me to understand.

Looking over to my desk, I saw scribbles written all over and thumbtacks were placed on my chair. Screw all those people, how could they treat a girl this way?

I harshly swiped all the thumbtacks away with my hand, causing one of them to poke my finger in the process.

"Ow...."

I put my finger inside my mouth to soothe the pain with my saliva.

This is the worst....

The teacher had finally arrived and everyone else took their seats. He looked at me and grimaced.