Attack On High School

Shorty

I feel like it's a hazard to start school so early in the morning. Seriously, if they want us to pay attention, we're gonna need some sleep. I guess that's why we have teachers like Mr. Shamir to keep us awake.

On an unrelated note, I heard rumors about a club consisting of rebels against titans. Now, it's no secret, I hate titans. Every single one of them. I study them, trying to learn their weaknesses. But the only weakness they seem to have is a spot on their napes. How the heck am I gonna get up there? I can't fight, I'm not athletic, and I'm freakin short! I want to be able to take out the titans, but I'm just...lazy. I've tried to train myself, it didn't work. I've tried working out, it didn't work. I try to take matters in my own hands, they never work. I need a trainer to keep me on top of things, but that's for another time.

Oh wait, class is over, what was I saying? Oh yeah, the club. This club would be perfect for me! It's no Host Club, it's a club that will build up my worth! Yes, I will join this club and nothing will get in my w-

BAM! I run right into the back of another student. I fall backwards. "Tch, watch where you're going." He says.

I look up at the dark haired boy, straight into his steel eyes with a glare. I stand up and brush myself off, gathering my scattered books. I brush past him, "My bad." I grumble. As I walk away from him, I hear him scoff. Relax would you?

I reach my locker and put my books inside. At the corner of my eye, I see the same kid walk by. He doesn't even spare me a glance; he shoves my back, almost pushing me into my locker. "Jerk." I spat.

"What was that, brat?" He stops.

"I said, 'jerk'." I challenge. His eyebrows furrow annoyedly.

Suddenly, he grabs my collar and shoves me against the other lockers, "You better watch yourself, L/n." How does he even know my name? Eh, he kind of looks like he'd be somewhat popular, and popular kids usually have connections.

The boy drops me. I adjust my collar, "Pff whatever, shorty."

Must've touched a nerve. His breath hitches and he narrows his eyes at me. In a flash, he takes out both of my legs with one kick; I fall to the ground. Owww, dang troll nearly broke something! I push back the pain and stand up, wobbling at the pain in my legs. I turn around, grab my backpack, slam my locker, and leave the hot-headed midget. Okay, he may be taller than me by, like, a few inches, but I know that he is definitely not average height. He must be as sensitive about his height as I am. I don't want to chit-chat with him anymore.

As I reach the school doors, I exhale deeply to calm myself. I can't let him get to me, I promised myself to keep anything and everything to myself this year. Basically, I'm trying to be a quiet student. And I don't need some oompa loompa making me loose my cool.

I scan the school grounds for some kind of bulletin board that may have information about that Titan club. But for some reason, every board I've found doesn't have a thing about this club. Maybe the club was just a rumor, most rumors are wrong anyway.

I sigh in disappointment and start walking home, kicking rocks on the sidewalk. I really shouldn't have gotten my hopes up; I would've done anything to be in a club to fight Titans. It would've taught me how to defend myself, not to mention keeping my lunches. Perhaps I could ask some other students tomorrow if they know for sure that there is such a club.