𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 -𝘌 𝘳 𝘦 𝘳 𝘪-

one

Eren

          I rubbed my eyes as I woke up with a groan. My body was comfortably snuggled into the clean crisp sheets of my bed. From my pillow I glanced at my clock. 

         5:54 am the blue numbers informed me.

         It would start beeping it's loud, ear bleeding tune at 6 am. 

         I sighed and shut my eyes willing myself to try to take advantage of the 6 minutes I had left to sleep. But the grogginess I felt the second I woke up started to fade and soon I was wide awake. My body began to feel itchy and I knew I had to get up. I let out a defeated sigh as I ripped the bedding from my body. I instantly regretted the action as cold air stung my skin. Quickly I left my bed and found the remote that controlled my fan and my lighting. I turned off the fan and suddenly there was a loud silence. I stretched my arms high in the air resulting in loud popping sounds. Jeez what am I? 80? I turned back towards my bed and began to correct the sheets and bedding. There's nothing wrong with getting a head start to the day. I thought to myself. Though I couldn't fall back asleep I was still tired. I was kind of excited as well though. It was the last year of boarding school, the first day of 12th grade. Well not exactly- More of my first day back on the campus of the Isayama Academy. A boarding school. I had been attending ever since 10th grade after my mom told me the truth about myself. She helped me control my emotions so my eyes wouldn't turn black, and eventually she trusted letting me be by myself more. 

          I finished making my bed and glanced at the clothes I had thrown on my dresser the night before. A flannel button up and a pair of jeans. Beside them on the floor were 3 tightly packed suitcases along with a backpack. A shiver went down my spine as a familiar anxiety set in. I sighed at the feeling and decided to take my shower. I grabbed the clothes along with a towel and set off towards my bathroom. 

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          I could smell it the second I stepped out of the shower. Coffee. Quickly I dried myself off and slipped my clothes on. I almost ate shit as I shoved my foot into my jeans and lost balance. I grabbed the sink counter to steady myself and let out a shaky sigh. So fucking clumsy. I piled the dirty clothes and towel into a pile and turned to the mirror. I smiled slightly. For the first time in a long time there where no new acne blemishes that sprouted on my face. My skin was mostly clear and clean.  I finished in the bathroom and quickly stepped into my room. Throwing the dirty clothes and towel into my hamper I finally turned and headed down stairs. 

          "Good morning honey!" My mothers cheerful voice greeted me as I entered the kitchen. Coffee was brewing in its pot, toast was in the toaster and meditation music was calmly making its way to my ears. My mom had a way of making even the most stressful mornings absolutely wonderful. 

          "Morning," I smiled and made my way towards her. I engulfed her in a warm hug. She was about 5 inches shorter than me-  I rested my chin on the top of her head. 

          "Are you ready for today?" She pulled away and gave me a warm smile. A glaze of sadness was slightly visible in her eyes. 

I nodded and turned toward the cabinets to grab a coffee cup, "I'm going to miss you mom," I smiled softly. 

          She let out a sigh and smoothed out the blouse she wore. It was a soft yellow and had large sleeves. "I'll miss you too, but Fall break will be here before we know it, now get yourself some coffee, toast, and a fruit cup. We'll leave around 9:30."

          It was around 8:15 so I still had some time to make sure I had everything packed for the 100th time. I poured a cup of coffee for myself and stirred in some creamer. I watched as the black liquid turned to a creamy beige. Perfect. I wasn't addicted to coffee I just really really liked it and got a headache when I didn't drink it. Not addicted. Right. I grabbed a piece of toast and decided against spreading butter on it. My mom had grabbed a fruit cup and set it on the counter for me but I decided against grabbing it. I had just brushed my teeth so it would taste unbelievably bitter. I turned my attention back to my coffee and I brought the steaming liquid to my mouth and blew on it. I knew better than to sip the scorching coffee while it was burning- but you know- I'm dumb. I brought the drink to my lips and took a sip. I flinched as I burnt the tip of my tongue. "Shit" I hissed, quickly setting the mug down.  

          My mother, who had gone to sit at the dining table, let out a chuckle, "I knew you would do that," she nursed her own cup of coffee. 

          I rolled my eyes at myself and decided to go upstairs to check over everything while my coffee cooled down. I ran a hand through my hair when I reached my room. I gazed at my white walls. I'm going to miss it here. I really hated feeling homesickness but it was inevitable. But like my mom said- Fall break would be here in no time.