Just a half an hour after my 'episode' and a shit load of convincing my mom that I was alright to the point where it was annoying as all hell, I went to school.My school wasn't your average happy accepting safe haven of peace and love and all that other fairy tale crap..
My school was sketchy, judgemental, worn down and about as far from successful as you can get but it's the only school in town so there wasn't exactly a choice...I just had to deal with it.
The unspoken rule of my school is stay quiet, keep your head down and you'll be alright. Don't make a scene in other words.
My school is mainly quiet with the exception of whispers and low voices echoing through the halls along with the sounds of locker doors and teachers lecturing the students who obviously don't give a shit.
And quite often, the sounds of a gang beat or fight.
I've made it through two years of high school by following the rules exactly..Keeping my head low and making myself seem invisable to stay out of trouble and unwanted attention.
As I made my way through the run down halls, I kept my eyes down to the floor and just hoped no one would bumped into me until I got to my shitty locker.
I unlocked my combination lock then swung my locker door open as quietly as possible before tossing my bag in and retrieving my books for Science class.
One of the worst things about morning classes is how loud the damned bell was through the quiet halls. Loud enough to leave my ears ringing their own little bell for about five minutes afterward and I couldn't even prepare myself in the morning enough for-
RIIIIIIIIIING.
I jumped in my place then clenched my chest due to the startling start to the day that was the bell above my locker. I tipped my head up to glare at it, tempted to rip the damn thing right out of the wall.
Instead I sighed out and grumbled out a small 'Fuck you' to it before being on my way to class.
The class went by slowly as hell so I'm not even going to bore you with the story of how uneventful that shit was.
Though... My next class was a different story.
We seemed to have had a new student in our class, sitting a few seats ahead of mine. He had short brown hair and was wearing a black t-shirt.
That's all I could see from him of course because he was several seats infront of me.. He also seemed light skinned. Not intensely so but paler than most people.
Though through out the entire class, No one even aknowledged him. Not even the teacher and honestly I felt bad for him. He seemed so alone and I knew how he felt at this point.
So later on, when we were all supposed to partner up, I decided to walk over to him and introduce myself. I sat down in the desk beside him with a small "hey." Then gave him a smile.
He was actually beautiful. He had sky blue eyes with even lighter blue specks around his pupils. His face was thin but well sculpted at the same time and he had a jawline to die for goddamn.
He looked at me as if he was confused then pointed at himself.
"A-...Are you talking..To me?" He spoke in art hushed and nervous voice as I nodded.
"Yeah. You seemed lonely and I wanted to know if you wanted to be my partner with this assignment."
I spoke softly while shrugging before gasping a small bit and holding out my hand."I-I'm Eren by the way."
I sputtered out and quickly became flushed. Mainly because I never usually talk to anyone at all. Ever. I barely even talk to my own mother which she isn't used to but she's adjusting.
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Broken Frame (Ereri/Riren)
Fanfiction16 year old schizophrenic Eren Yeager Has been able to see the dead since he was six years old. Each figure more horrifying than the previous and each nightmare worse than the last. Believing that he only differs from the rest of his classmates, Er...