My first Attack on Titan Fanfic. Set in AU where Zoii is a student at Titan I know everyone hates OC's and stuff but I don't care, if you want you can pretend that Zoii is you, or something. Also I may have added the people a bit ooc but like I said its my first AOT Fanfic. Anyways please RR and till then, later (:

Disclaimer: I don't own AOT/SNK I only own Zoii and well the crappy plot. (: Also I don't own the info about Dissociative IDENTIETY Disorder I went on the internet and found it at psychology today. So yeah. No plagiarize intended. Ok read on my friends.

Hi my name is Zoii Spencer and I am a senior at Titan High. I'm supposed to be graduating this year but, the thing is, well my grades are less then great. If I can't get a C+ or higher by the end of the semester I can't graduate. I try everything but math, history and science are all just too difficult. The only class I am good at is Psychology and a bit of English. But of course you can't graduate with only those two classes. So today I am laying in CWP trying not to pass out from boredom.

"Zoii!" I jumped from my sleep as the voice interrupted my thoughts and waking me up harshly.

"Yeah? What happened?" I looked around the room to see every student looking at me.

"Stay after class. I need to discuss with you your bad performance." Mr. Heinz sighed and finished his boring lecture.

20 minutes later I was in front of my least favorite teacher.

"Zoii I know you hate this class and I know its so fun." Mr. Heinz sarcastically spoke "but if you can't get a C+, you can't graduate. So, why do you not try?"

I sighed and spoke up in my smart-ass way" I guess it's because my brain lacks the capacity to allow such a boring unimportant task. My brain shuts off there for allowing and information at that time to be destroyed. So therefore, the conclusion: I fail." I smirked a bit seeing my teacher shocked.

Mr. Heinz just nodded and pointed me out of his room. It was now passed lunch time so I didn't get to eat but still lunch break. I sat in the hall besides my locker and took out my notebook.

"Yeah I know. I hear he's like totally young."

"No way is he like, hot?"

I looked up to see two girls walking and chatting to loud for me not to listen.

"Idk? I hope so. So I hear he's a teacher next week like Monday or something."

"OMG NO WAY!" The two girls squealed and jumped as I rolled my eyes. The bell rung for my last period class: Psychology. Thank goodness! I sat in the front row and read the section on multiple personality disorder. Once class started Professor Pixis had began teaching the students on a disorder called Dissociative Identity Disorder.

"Alright Class so if you would please listen I will teach you on a rare condition called Dissociative Identity Disorder, also known to many as Multiple Personality Disorder. This condition is which two or more identities take over or control the individual. The person will also suffer from extreme memory loss too bazaar for a normal person. This is a disorder characterized by identity fragmentation rather than a proliferation of separate personalities. The disturbance is not due to the direct psychological effects of a substance or of a general medical condition, yet as this once rarely reported disorder has become more common, the diagnosis has become controversial." Once he was finished the class had asked questions while I listened loving this topic.

Today in my first period class Mr. Donald told the class about how they're will be a new teacher replacing Ms. Cook in my math class. I was of course happy considering how that teacher was as fat as a pregnant whale and as rude as Hitler himself.

"Zoii could you please read your poem from last week's homework?"

I looked around to see everyone looking at me with smiles. Creepy.

"Umm, okay I guess." I hesitated a bit realizing my dark writing style."Ok. Umm... "I took a breath and read.

"Today is the day.

The day I wish wouldn't come

I lose my family and I need a gun.

I miss my dad

Miss my life

I need my family

Now hand me that knife

Today is the day

The day I lose my life

I have a gun, and I have this knife

Now show me the way to end this pain

For I have no life

So there is no gain

I lose my mom

I've lost my dad

Now I'm broken inside

And this is what I had

I had a good life

I had a good dad but now I have nothing

But inside what I had.

I miss you all so much

And I've lost all hope

I've now lost all, faith so let me fall from this rope."

I stopped and continued looking at the page, hands shaking terribly. Soon I heard a small whine. I looked up to see all my classmates standing up clapping quietly. I looked at Mr. Donald and saw him with a shocked expression.

"That was, umm a bit dark, but otherwise, phenomenal. The emotion, the power, wow. An "A" for sure." He spoke up to the class and continued giving us our homework. "Ok I want everyone to take this girls example, write a poem with emotion and read it tomorrow." The bell rang and class mates emptied the room. I was about to leave the class when I felt someone tug at my sleeve. I turned around and saw a student with dark hair and dark empty eyes.

"How do you do it Zoii? I mean that poem was so beautiful."

"I don't know, I just kind of write what I feel at that moment and then whatever it is I write it later in a poem form. It's not that good of a poem I don't see the big deal in it." I shrugged and felt bad for the lame answer.

"Um my name is Mikasa and well I sit behind you. My brother Eren, sits next to you." I shook her hand and introduced myself. We talked for a bit till the bell rung for next class. It was now math class with the new teacher. The final bell rung and I was now late. "Crap!"

I walked in the class room to see the new teacher sitting in his desk legs crossed. I sat in my desk next to the door and waited. The teacher 'Tch' and spoke up.

"Ok everyone I'm Mr. Rivealle and I'm the new teacher." He wrote his name on the bord and turned to face the class. My eyes looked into his and I felt my face heat up. The newbie teacher was staring directly into my eyes. I hid my face and felt a shadow above me.

"You! What's your name student?" he said a bit demanding. My voice cracked a bit as I tried to speak up.

"I umm-I-I-I-…"my voice was soon interrupted by a soft male voice.

"Her name is Zoii Spencer, sir. She has never really once talked in this class."

"Tch! I was asking her not you. Now Zoii," He hissed my name with venom "what lesson are we on?"he stared at me with his piercing ice blue grey eyes.

"Umm. We, um. We are on lesson 57 page 323. We are discussing cosine and beta and stuff and stuff." I trailed off realizing I had spoke up for the first time that year. "Tch! Is that so? Well let's began that."

Class went on and I heard whispers from the classmates behind me. I rolled my eyes at their stupidity and wrote notes on the unimportant lesson.

As class progressed the class was sent to work in pairs, and complete the worksheet the new teacher gave us. I, of course, sat in my desk alone, trying to concentrate on the problems. But to no avail I finally got fed up with the loud gossip.

"Will you PLEASE be quiet! Some people actually want to get this work done, some people want to graduate this pointless class AND get the hell out of here. And some people can't focus when loud mouth shitheads like you flirt and crap. Shut. The, hell. Up! PLEASE!" I face palmed myself mentally as I noticed my little scene. "Umm, I'm sorry?" I was now looking at my new teacher, who had a definite smirk.

"Well now that that's over, quiet down and get back to work." Mr. Rivealle said sternly. I saw glares from everyone in class and just sat down quietly.

Once everyone was done with their work, class was still in session for about another seven minutes. I asked teacher dude a question.

"Hey Mr. Dude man, can I get something out of my locker?' Mr. Rivealle continued looking at his papers.

"I don't know, can you?"

I signed and corrected myself, freaking grammar Nazi. "May I get something out of my locker? " Mr. Rivealle stopped his typing and looked up at me. This was the first time I actually noticed him. And shit, Mr. Rivealle is HOT! I mean damn! His whole dark clean cut hair and intimidating eyes added a fuck off look while adding this sexy ass gentleman look. Wow!

"Oi! Were you listening to me brat!? I said go ahead." Rivealle's voice interrupted my thoughts as I realized I had been staring at him.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I just kind of spaced it." I turned away and got my notebook from my locker and wrote some poetry till class was out.

Once class was over I was on my way to third period chemistry class. I might suck at this class but I find it fascinating. I got my books from my locker and beside me was Mikasa with a tan tall dude.

"Hey Zoii. This is Eren Jaeger. Eren Jaeger this is Zoii." I shook his hand and continued.

"So I hope you had fun in Physics." I teased Mikasa as she had a disgusted face.

"Yeah totally. So about the poem, did that really happen with, you know?" Mikasa asked.

"Yeah I guess. Anyways I gotta go. So, umm bye Eren and see ya Mikasa." I waved goodbye and headed to chemistry.

AN: So how was it? I tried to write better. I have really bad grammar and, well not the best vocabulary. Also the poem Zoii read is my original depressing crap, so please don't copy it. Unless you want to ask me. Then go right ahead (: