The End

Chapter One: That Can't Be True, Right?

A lot of people are known to this superstition that on the day that the "world ends", the people here in this Earth will die. Was that true though? Is it true that all of us will die on that specific day? Are they telling the truth? Well... I don't know. But I do know that I was born on that day. So ironic, right?

People were talking and asking me about it.

'I thought that was the end of the world.'

'Why are we still here?'

'Did everone die?'

'Are we reincarnated or something?'

I mean how should I know about those kind of things? I was born on that day. I know they're just curious or teasing me like some annoying little sibling, or even worse than that. But it's just too annoying.

I remembered when I was in Grade 4. My classmates would push me, tease me, or punch me every time they see me. Which you may call bullying. One time, they would bring a knife. Yes, a real knife. Not the plastic one, the real sharp and deadly one. And they would threaten me with it and say that I was better dead than alive. I don't even know what I did to them. I don't know if that was a threat or just a tease that went too far. I didn't even do anything to them. I didn't even tell my mom about that because she might kill every single person.

I was 'the freak' in this school. I was the only one who was well known. Just because I was born on the end of the world, that doesn't mean I shoud be threatened or something.

The bell goes off and everyone started rushing towards the door except for me. I waited there with my chin resting on my hand. Was I really a freak? Wasn't my birthday actually really special? I mean, no one has the same weird birthday as I am. It should be special. I should be special. Everyone is special, why can't I? I thought to myself.

I sighed. I stood up and I fixed my mint sweater on top of my white shirt. I took my bag from the floor and wrapped it around my shoulders. I walked out of the room, ready for all their teases.

I was walking through the corridor when I heard all the people talking about new video games to new clothes. And then all of a sudden,

"ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!" Someone yelled continuously from a distance.

"Oh, look. The freak is here." A tall guy said to his gang around the pillar, crossing his arms. The guys laughed and made high fives.

"Ugggghhh... that style of clothing is so ugly." A girl complained. She was wearing a light pink crop top and dark pink skirt. Her red hair was neatly tied in a ponytail. And her name is... Amanda Carter. The popular girl in school. Well, not as known as me. Also, the girl that every boy wants. She has the curves and all that, she is mostly plastic. Like, in just first glance you already know she is the new product of Barbie.

The girls laughed with her, even the guy she was with also laughed. I stopped in my tracks and their laughs slowly dying. Then, I glared at the girls and the boys that were making fun of me. All of them went silent. The funny thing is that since everyone knows the fact that my birthday is 'on the end of the world', people think that everytime I glare at them they thought that they might die soon or get some kind of sickness. So it's actually fun because I get to make them quiet every single time.

I looked back at my direction and walked. Everyone was silent as they made way for me to pass through the corridors. As I went outside of the school, the cold breeze went past me. I like the cold, it makes me forget all my problems and it also gives a sign that winter is almost near. Which means, my birthday is almost coming. The day when the end of the world started. And the day when most people don't come to celebrate my birthday.