Dear Levi,
French, huh? I wish we had a french class here, but they don't have any language classes, other than English. Can you take french courses there? That sounds like fun, French is a pretty sounding language.
I haven't got much to say today, sorry about that. This email is going to be completely boring and pointless, so feel free to stop reading now. I'm only writing right now so that the teacher won't bitch and drop my grade.
I know you've probably heard this thousands of times, and you probably fucking hate it, but smoking is really bad for you. I think you should find something healthier to calm yourself down, or whatever the reason you smoke for.
Also, I probably won't send a picture of myself because I'm horrendously un-photogenic and I think that being anonymous is actually kind of fun. Feel free to send one of yourself, though. I don't know why, but you give me some sort of punk vibe.
I'm actually pretty impressed with your grammar, I thought I was going to get paired up with some kid that uses those stupid text message abbreviations and dumb ass emojis.
I think I've completely run out of things to say, and I feel like absolute shit, so I think I'm going to go home now. Goodbye, Levi.
- Eren
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Dear Eren,
You don't have language classes at public schools? That's odd, I thought it was offered at all schools, even your shit-hole excuse for one. No offence, but dude, that school looks like a dump. French isn't all that great, anyway. You aren't missing much.
I guess you're right about my 'style', people tend to classify me as punk, or god forbid- goth, but I just wear whatever I feel like wearing, it isn't on purpose. I have a few piercings though, my lip, my eyebrow, and for some reason I got my collarbones pierced. That sounds so weird, but I don't know the proper name for it. There's a little bar on each side, left and right. This explanation is shit, just google it. I don't really wear my facial piercings much anymore, but the holes are still there.
At least give me a vague, written description of what you look like? It's weird, not knowing who, or what, you're talking to. I'll give you one as well; I have black hair, blue eyes, and I'm pale as fuck. See? Easy.
Oh, shit, my teacher is giving me a death glare for some reason, what a badass. He's coming over.
Well, fuck. I have to go to the principal's office now, 'my music is too loud through my headphones and I'm disrupting the class.'
I had more to say, but I'll probably forget it as soon as I get up from the desk. Sorry to cut things short, Eren.
I hope you feel better.
~ Levi
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FanfictionThings change when Eren comes around, and when he does, poor Levi has a lot of learning to do, because it turns out Levi isn't as fucked up as he thought.