(Author's note: this is my very first fanfic so I apologize if it's really crappy. Hope you enjoy it!)
(Name) picked up her school bag with a loud sigh. She pushed a strand of (h/c) hair behind her ear. She had no want to go to school.
"(Name)! You're going to be late for your first day of High School!" (Name)'s mother shouted. (Name) looked in the mirror one last time before rushing out of the house.
It was the first day of a new school year. It was (Name)'s first day of High School.
(Name) sat down at a desk, second row, in the middle of the classroom. She stared out the window. The school was surrounded by a big, concrete wall. The inside was quite beautiful however. A nice, big plain filled with flowers and benches. There was also a big willow far off to the right.
"Hello...?" (Name) turned around and saw a short girl with shiny blonde hair and big bright blue eyes stand there. "Hi. My name is Christa, Christa Lenz. Pleased to meet you." Christa said with a bright smile. "Oh um.. I'm (Name), (Name) (Surname). It's nice to meet you too." (Name) said. Christa sat down next to (Name). "So... What's your favourite drink? What do you like to eat? Do you like playing tennis?" Christa asked. She then looked down at her feet, slightly ashamed. "I-I'm sorry...." She whispered. "It's fine."
-Even though I am pretty surprised...-(Name) thought. "Well, I like to drink (favourite drink), and (favourite food) is my absolute favourite thing to eat. I've never played tennis, so I don't know... But it seems pretty fun." (Name) said. Christa smiled. "I see! Well, the lesson starts now." She whispered as a woman walks into the classroom.
"Hello there class! First of all, no 'Miss Zôe' with me, no! You may call me Prof or Doc or Hanji. The second thing you should know, is that I'm craaaaazy!" Prof Hanji shouted, sounding excited.
And that was when (Name) realized that High School wasn't going to be like she thought.
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My Perfect High School Life(Armin x Reader)
Random(Name) has started High School. After watching Anime she has a pretty good idea on how she wants High School to be. It doesn't take long for (Name) to realize that High School won't be as she planned. It will be different. That doesn't mean it can't...
