forever (levixpetra)

1.

1: Old times. New days.

Petra Ral woke up to the sound of birds chirping like maniacs. She tried covering her ears with her pillow, but it didn't seem to work. Tired, she rolled out of her bed.

Then she shot her eyes open, its the first day of Survey Corps High! She exclaimed in her head. She immediately ran to her closet and started dressing up to her uniform (its the pic above)

After that, brushing her hair till it was smooth. She then ran to her kitchen and grabbed an apple, grabbed her bag, then walked out.

Petra always wanted to be on time, even if the event she was going to, doesn't even seem that important, she had to. She ran over to her bike, then started biking.

She glanced around left and right, checking for cars, or people passing (even stole glances from hot peeps.)

Then she arrived to the big white building with the huge emblem, the wings of freedom. Which is basically a blue and white feather crossing each other.

Petra parked her biked, then hoped of. Woah, this is a huggeee school. She watches as a huge crowd of students. Petra sighed as she joined them. While walking she bumped into someone.

"Omg Im so sorry," she said. Petra looked up to see a girl. She had short black hair, and a red scarf. "Its okay, whats your name?" The girl asked.

Petra hesitated. "Im Petra, Petra Rall," she said, lending out a hand to shake. The black haired girl smiled. "Nice to meet you Petra, Im Mikasa, Mikasa Ackerman," the girl said.

Petra shook her hand. Ackerman? Why does it sound so familiar. "Um Petra," Mikasa says, waving her hand at her face. Petra then snapped back to reality. "Sorry," Petra said.

Mikasa smiled. "So Petra, what's your first class?" She asked. Petra shot her eyes wide open. Shooot my schedule. "I didn't get my schedule," Petra said quietly.

Mikasa giggled. "Thats fine, you could get your schedule at the Principals Office," she said. Petra smiled. "Okay, lets go,"

While walking there, the two talked about themselves. "So Mikasa, your freshmen?" Petra asked. She giggled. "No, Im sophomore, just like you," she explained.

The two arrived at the principals office. Petra knocked. "Come in!" Screamed a very deep voice. The two went inside. "Sir, we have a new student, Petra- um.." "Petra Ral, sir," Petra cutted Mikasa, giving her a glare.

"Ah Petra welcome, Im Principal Dot Pixies, heres your schedule and locker key," he explained, giving the stuff to Petra. "Have a good day," he said.

The two girls bowed and went out. "So Petra, your from Trost?" Mikasa asked. Petra nodded. "Well I grew up here in Shingashina, but I moved to Trost because my dad needed a new job. Spent I few years there, and moved here for this school." Petra explained.

"I was suppose to go to MP High, but I failed," Petra said, in a sad tone. Mikasa giggled. "You seriously wanted to go there?" Mikasa said. "But why?"

Petra startled. Oh dear.

Flashback;

Petra and Levi were walking around Shinganshina. Walking along the lanes, and watching the birds fly. Suddenly, certain men and women wearing a uniform with what people like to call 'the green unicorn'.

"Oh boy Petra! Its the MP high students!!!" Levi exclaimed. Petra smiled. "There really smart people!" Petra exclaimed too. The MP students walked passed them, not even taking a glance.

"Oh Petra! One day I wish I will become one of them!" Levi daydreamed. Petra giggled. "Levi! You just want that for the unicorn!" Giggled Petra. Levi blushed. "Shut up would you!" Levi laughed.

The two giggled. "Petra," Levi said in a serious tone. Petra looked at him. "Yes Levi?" She said. "One day Petra, when were old enough, lets study at MP, even when were not friends, will meet back at MP, promise!" Levi explained, pulling out his pinky.

Petra giggled. "Promise, forever," then they both locked pinkies.

"Petra! Petra!" Mikasa exclaimed. Petra startled. "What happened, you okay?" Mikasa asked. Petra sighed. "Yeah, lets just go to class.

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A:N HIIII SO THIS IS THE 1ST CHAPPPTTERR!!! I had too much chocolate, sorry. So anyways, see ya!
- attackonLETRA