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Authors note: I hope everyone is enjoying the book so far. I wanted to give it a slower pacing because I really want everyone to see the character developments and back stories of the characters and how that leads them to grow as the story progresses. At least 1-2 new chapters a week! Please remember to vote and give feedback. I love your comments and interactions. Plus, constructive criticism is always good for an aspiring writer/person in the language/literature field.
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As your phone alarm alerts your body to wake up from the good slumber you received last night, it's no shock to you that Mikasa is already gone.
She always had waken up before you. It's kind of scary how quiet she is, but that could also just be because you're a semi heavy sleeper.
You let out a low growl reaching for your phone, and turning off the annoying chiming of the alarm. Rubbing your heavy eyes, you check the time to see that it's already 9:15, and notice a text from Mikasa.
"Going on a morning jog, I'll bring home breakfast!"
You reply with, "marry me pls?"
Resting the phone down on the windowsill ledge directly next to your bed, you force yourself up out of the safe haven known as your bed to stretch.
You have mixed emotions about the first day of classes. You were nervous to meet your professors, and excited at the same time to take the first step at building your future career.
You were an English Secondary BSM major, working towards a teaching degree. Age group of choice being high school.
You also wanted to have an emphasis on foreign language. The reason being because you love helping people and wanted to make a difference in their adolescence years just as your teachers have done for you.
Being able to communicate with students who may be hard of hearing or even with parents that might know little to no English. You believed it's important for teachers to be able to directly communicate with both their students and parents to deepen the relationship with them, giving them the best source of education you could.
"What the hell am I gonna wear?"
You stand in front of your small closet and weigh the options of either getting semi-presentable or going with the safe option of leggings and a crewneck.
You sighed and decided one of your "school year resolutions" was to work on your appearance and overall sense of fashion more. This meant you had to try to look acceptable for the first day, and at least for the first week or two.
you pulled out a pair of gray ripped jeans and a distressed striped cropped sweater which had a combination of fall colors.
Sitting in front of the mirror you and Mikasa had hung up in the room, you plug in your curling wand and begin to curl your hair. After, you apply the usual mascara, highlighter, and lipgloss.
Just as you're about to change you hear a knock on the door, "Better not be naked. I'm back." It was Mikasa.
"Perfect timing. Come in." You tell her.
She walks inside with a tray of two coffees in one hand, and a brown bag of what you assumed to be some type of breakfast bagel, muffin, or donut in the other.
"Did I tell you how much I love you?" You ask her.
"Love you too, now eat. We have to leave to go to our first class around 9:55-10, and it's already 9:24." She demanded.
"Got it mommy Mika, eat then get dressed." You playfully saluted her.
She laughed and shook her head as she reached out to hand you the coffee she got you.
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flightless bird
Fanfictiony/n had always longed for an internet best friend, unexpectedly meeting her very own named Sasha who lived down in Paradis. Y/n and her best friend, Mikasa, decide to move down to Paradis for college colliding their paths with Sasha as well as her g...
