Young Adults

CHAPTER 1

Legend: (Y/n) = Your name
 (L/n) = Last name
 (H/c) = Hair color
 (H/s) = Hair style
 (E/c) = Eye color
 (S/c) = Skin color
 (F/c) = Favorite color
Family: Mother - Olivia (L/n)
 Father - Aiden (L/n)
 Sister - Caidence (L/n)

Author's Note:

This fanfiction is set in a modern AU in the U.S., with names of cities, states, schools, and roads inspired by locations from Attack on Titan. All characters belong to Hajime Isayama. Please note that I've made slight adjustments, including a change in Levi's height for the purposes of this story.

*Additionally, I've given official names to the parents in this narrative for clarity, aiming to enhance the reader's experience. I hope you enjoy this story!

"(Y/n)!"

A young girl with an angelic face, wrapped tightly in her blankets, squirmed as the call roused her from slumber.

"(Y/n)! Wake up, now!" Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing louder with each step.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the stream of light that pierced her glowing (E/c) eyes.

A loud thud came from behind her bedroom door as the person outside collided with it, clearly not expecting it to be locked. "You've got to be kidding... (Y/n)! Get up! It's your first day of high school, and you're late!" Her father's voice boomed through the door.

She shot up in bed, eyes wide with panic. "No way..." She grabbed her phone from the nightstand. "Why didn't you—" She cut herself off, checking the time on her clock app before letting out an exasperated groan. I set it for 6:30... PM!

Hi, my name is (Y/n) (L/n). I'm 17 years old, and I just recently moved upstate to Washington. I feel like the main character from Twilight, coming all the way from the South and somehow ending up in a small town here in Forks, Washington—home of the rainiest town in the contiguous United States.

"I... I'm up! I'm up! I-I'm finding something to wear!" (Y/n) called out, loud enough for her father to hear.

"Did you not set an alarm? What happened?" his voice boomed through the door.

"I don't know!" she lied, frantically rummaging through her drawers. She grabbed the first hoodie she could find—a navy blue one with the iconic "Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada" billboard emblazoned on it, a souvenir her parents had picked up on their way through the city. She yanked out a pair of gray jeans without bothering to close the drawer and hurriedly threw on her clothes.

At least one good thing came from moving—she had her own bathroom now. She darted inside, splashed water on her face, and quickly scrubbed away the overnight residue with acne wash.

Grabbing her brush, she yanked it through her long, and uniquely styled hair, only to groan as the plastic made it staticky. With still-damp hands, she ran her fingers through her hair to tame the flyaways, then brushed it out again. Success!

"(Y/n)! You better hurry! You'll have to grab a granola bar on the way; there's no time for breakfast—"

"Dad, believe me, I know!" she called back, quickly packing her backpack. She shoved her laptop inside and raced toward the door, only to be momentarily stalled when the handle wouldn't turn. Huffing, she unlocked it and flung the door open.

"There you are! Geez, kid, you've got to get your time management down. I can't keep giving you rides every time you're late."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I know, Dad..."

I've always been on the awkward side—introverted, shy, the whole package. Making friends? Never really been my thing. Sure, I had a few as a kid, but as I got older, I decided that figuring out who I am was more important than figuring out who anyone else is. Not that I've made much progress on that front.