Attack On High School

First Day

Taking my seat in the classroom, I glance around the room. Let's see...there's the bold one, the quiet one, the hungry one, the noisy one, the class clown, the lovers, the horse-faced, and so on. Iconic. I whip out my f/b (favourite book) and block out the others.

"Seriously? It was one of a kind?"

"YES! That watermelon was the best one I could've ever had!"

"Sasha, I'm sorry!"

Watermelons? What the heck are they talking about?

At the corner of my eye, I see a man walk in the classroom with a not-so-appealing aura. Man, why is this guy yelling at us at this time in the morning? I can't be the only one who is already sick of this guy.

I look around the room; most of the students are at attention with nervous looks. Should I be nervous too? I scan over every students expressions, my eyes meet horse face. He looks at me, smirks, and winks. Gimme a break.

If this guy doesn't stop yelling at us, I swear I'm gonna jump right out the window-

"WHAT'S YOUR NAME, CADET?" When'd he get there?!

I stand up abruptly with a confident look, covering my startled reaction, "Y/n L/n, sir!"

"Well, well, looks like we have an international student, huh? Where'd you come from?" He asks in his booming voice.

"(State), America!"

~Time Skip~
I sit patiently on the roof of the school, eating my lunch. A few students decided to eat lunch with me on the roof of the school. I even learned names: Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Christa, Jean, Marco, Annie, Berthold, Reiner, and...um...what's that other girl that's always marrying Christa?... Oh well. The important thing is, I'm meeting new people and not getting through Junior High alone.

While swinging my feet on the edge of the roof (wow, if I were to slip, I'd be a goner), I hear the door open, followed by the sounds of voices.

"Hey, y/n!" I hear. I know that voice, it's Sasha. I like her, we both share an equal amount of love for food.

Her greeting was followed by other 'hello's. "Hi." I say, not taking my eyes off of my salad.

Eren sits next to me, "You sure got here early. How did you get here so fast?"

I shrug, "My locker is close to the stairs to the roof." I am lucky. My old school didn't have stairs to the roof that was accessible to students. There was only a ladder that was strictly prohibited.

"So y/n, where did you go for elementary school?" Marco asks.

"S/n (school name)." I answer simply.

"Heh, not much of a talker are ya?" Jean says.

"I prefer to keep to myself. Besides, you'll notice that I talk more when you get to know me."