BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP…
If there was a sound Erena Jaeger hated more than anything else on planet earth, it was the sound of that stupid alarm clock at such an ungodly hour in the morning. She let out a feral snarl as she reached the offending gizmo and slammed the snooze button. To her immense satisfaction the cursed bane of her existence was silenced. Erena, happy enough with life once more, lay back down to continue her dream. What it was about, I’d say if I could. But I can’t, so I won’t. A slow smile crept unbidden on her face, only to disappear about five seconds later when…
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP…
Her eyes shot open, actual hate radiating in her turquoise irises. Smashing the snooze button would simply not do this time. She threw the alarm clock at the wall, hoping to silence it. No such luck. It did break, but the sound now resembled a pair of dying African swallows choking on coconuts. Yeah, not a pleasant noise to begin with. Which, if anything, only served to piss Erena off even worse than before.
“GODDAMMIT YOU PLASTIC BASTARD!”
She had no choice but to turn on a light, any light. Her desk lamp was the closest, so on it went. Erena stomped off to the closet she shared with her adopted sister and booted the door open. After rummaging around for a minute or two (okay, more like running into everything in the closet, accompanied by a barrage of colorful language only a sailor would appreciate) she finally found the item she sought: a five-pound sledgehammer with faces only someone like Screambox Shadis could love. She stomped out of the closet, weapon in hand, and proceeded to smash the broken alarm clock to Kingdom Come.
“GO. TO. HELL. YOU. PLASTIC. BASTARD!!”
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
There was some good news to come from this: the alarm clock, already broken, could not withstand the full brunt of Erena’s wrath. In a manner of seconds the only remnants were bits of plastic and electronic wiring. But it also brought unintended consequences.
“Unhh… what are you doing, Erena?”
The younger girl, caught completely unawares, spun around so quick she tripped over her own feet and fell on her ass. Unfortunately for her, she landed right on the ruins of the alarm clock. Not the most brilliant idea she ever had, that. She nearly gave herself whiplash trying to pick out the culprit, only stopping a few seconds later when her restless gaze fell on the only other person in the room. Her older "sister" (well, adopted sister, due to her parents' deaths in a freak skiing accident somewhere in freaking Germany) Mikasa Ackerman was awake and looked none too pleased about it. For some odd reason her jet-black hair always managed to remain in place. Even so, Erena knew by the light in her dark eyes that she was in for a world of trouble. Mikasa never took it well when anyone interrupted her sleep.
So saying, Erena knew she had to come up with something to satisfy her understandably irate (even if she didn't show it) sister. But what could she possibly say that wouldn't give her away?
"It was that damned alarm clock, what else could it be?"
Mikasa facepalmed. Of course. Only Erena would something as stupid as smashing the one thing in the room that gave her any sort of control.
"You're gonna need to buy a new alarm clock then."
To say Erena was stunned was the understatement of the entire history of Minnesota. "You're shitting me, right, Mikasa? I almost have enough for an iPod!" She made sure she wasn't caught staring at her sister's six-pack. Damn, what the hell exactly did that horny albino freak do to the volleyball team?!
"Well then." Her steel gray eyes shot a stern glare at the younger girl on the floor. "Let this be a lesson to you. Don't destroy other people's stuff." Mikasa got up and walked over to the closet, looking for something far more decent than the tank top and panties she bothered using as her pajamas. "Might as well get ready for the day, Erena. School starts today." Having said this, she found the outfit she was hoping to wear--a layered T-shirt, a pair of semi-destroyed black jeans, and the burgundy scarf she habitually wore (a Christmas present from Erena and Eren three years back)--Mikasa walked out of the bedroom the girls shared.
Yeap, Erena thought to herself, today was gona be a shitty day.
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