Field Trip

Eren-chan

Exiting the classroom, I started walking past the crowd of other students that had gathered in the hallway. Shuffling awkwardly past them as I went in the opposite direction towards my locker, I felt my foot get caught on something and stumbled forward. "Shit," I hissed in annoyance. Today was fan-fucking-tastic. Regaining my balance, I began fast walking and finally broke through the swarm of teenagers.

Keeping the book-thing I picked up tucked tightly under my arm and my hands in my pockets, I reached my locker. Setting the item down in front of me, I turned the knobby thingy to the set combination. Lifting the locker-opener thing, I was met with the sound of rejection. I tried pulling the locker open again harder, but nope. Groaning, I kicked the locker and put the combination in again. Still, it wouldn't budge. "Fuck this, I'm out," I muttered under my breath. Letting out an over dramatic sigh, I swiped the book off the ground and started down the hall.

The crowd had dispersed but a few small groups lingered.

Clutching the book to my chest, I sort of felt like a schoolgirl from those movies where they don't keep their stuff in their backpack for some reason and hold everything, just to drop it when they bump into a hot stranger guy or something. Not that I watch those movies or anything. Anyway, I had a reason to be holding the book. My bag was a place of no return and I doubt it would be possible to find something as small as this again in that mess. Are girls' bags disorganized? Unorganized? What the hell is up with English, I don't even know which one it is. Fucking "non organized". There.

While I was thinking about who-the-fuck-knows-what, I had made it down the three flights of stairs and was standing in the Pre-K hallway. The walls were lined with numerous crafts, mostly consisting of shamrocks. Weird, since it has been like three months since St. Patrick's Day. Occasionally casting glances at their work, I made my way down the hall.

Finally, I made it to the main entrance and exited the building. I felt something whip my ankle and looked down to find my shoelace untied. Suddenly, something halted my amazing journey home. Stumbling back a few steps, I looked up and saw Mikasa in front of me. A few seconds later a certain little blonde appeared behind her.

"What took you so long, Eren? We've been waiting here for half an hour!" Mikasa exclaimed, tugging at her scarf. "Twenty-six minutes." "Huh?" Mikasa turned to face Armin, confused. "U-uh, it's been twenty-six minutes," he explained, looking down and shuffling his feet, "You said thirty." He pointed to his wrist, where he had a fancy-ass watch. She rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. We should probably head home before Mom starts to worry." Nodding, we started down the school driveway.

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Ok guys, I finally did it. I know right? It's amazing. Im really damn sorry I didn't publish this earlier; I had tests and school and sporty things so I didn't have much time to work on this story. Sorry.
On another note, thanks to the support you guys do for this story. I love reading your comments and it amazes me that people actually read my stuffs.
So thanks guys, and sorry about being a lazy piece of shit.