ONE

-"Johnny! You're gonna be late for school! Get your ass down here!"

Mom's piping voice rang in my ears as I jolted up from bed, irritated. God, she was so annoying, -"Jesus, woman, I'm changing! Give me a fucking minute!"- I shouted back angrily, stomping my way to the bathroom, sheets falling and I didn't even bothered to pick it up, -"And it's Jean!"

-"Just hurry up!"- She rushed me.

All that rushing and what was she doing? Sitting her ass on the couch like a grumpy big fat cat watching the damn TV all day long. It's all she does, really.

I grunted and then sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Why does my mornings always start like this? It's so frustrating that I wanted to break my own reflection on the mirror. My silky light brown hair was messed up and I had dark circles from last night's texting. Oh yeah…

I was about to deepen into thoughts when the alarm rang. Shit! It's already seven! I'm late! I combed my hair with my hands and a bit of gel. Hurriedly, I brushed my teeth and dashed outside to get the school uniform. In doing so, I almost tripped because of the random stuff on the floor, mostly shoe boxes. My room was a mess. I ignored it and opened the wardrobe, finding it empty. Where…?

-"Mom! Where's my uniform!?"- I asked, shouting.

-"What? Did you say something?"- She shouted back.

-"I asked where the fuck is my uniform!"- I smashed the wardrobe's door close.

-"Ohhhh!"- She exclaimed sarcastically, -"I thought I told the John John to wash it yesterday!"- She lengthened that last word, -"But of course he never listens!"

Shit, shit, shit...!

I looked at the clock: 7:30.

Fuck…!

The fact that I only had one uniform made it worse, so I opened my drawer and snatched a T-shirt without looking and then the sea blue jeans on my bed, not even caring if it was clean or not. When I took off my sleeping shirt, I realized that I had obliviously taken a pink shirt. Great, just great. Apparently, it was the only one available because the rest of the shirts were all messed in my room and I had no time to look for another but… I really didn't want to wear this shirt and I definitely didn't want anyone to see me with it. Pink was so embarrassing.

I stuck my tongue out as my eyes adjusted to fluorescent pink of my shirt, making a disgusted sound. Then, my salvation came in: my black jacket that I haven't used in a long time. It was old and ripped. I put it on and surprisingly, it still fit me.

Mind racing, I packed my notebooks inside my backpack and ran down stairs. Shit…

Before I stepped into the kitchen for breakfast, I swooped into the living room,-"Mom… I need you to-"

-"I ain't writin' you no excuse for your uniform. I told you yesterday to wash em', didn't I?"- She interrupted me, clearly angry at me for not listening to her yesterday. She didn't looked back from the couch and just glued her eyes into her daily morning novel, -"But you were so busy 'studying'."

Yeah, sure… studying.

The second she said no, I growled angrily and stomped into the kitchen, -"Pft, whatever. Didn't need it anyways."

She snorted and burst into laughter, but I didn't listen to her and just went straight into the kitchen, opening the oven to find nothing.

-"Looking for food, eh? I also told ya' to prepare the breakfast yesterday!"

Goddammit, why did she have to make it hard today? She didn't wash my uniform and she didn't made breakfast. I'd do it myself, but I'm a horrible cook and besides, I didn't have time.

Even so, I wasn't going to show her weakness… I'll do it myself. Breakfast and the excuse.

Angrily, I smashed my fist in the counter, -"Don't need it from you either!"- Hearing her laugh and speak more, I snatched some bread and butter from the fridge.

-"Hurry up if you don't want to miss the bus!"

-"Shit!"- I cursed when I heard the bus on the front yard.

Hurriedly spreading the butter on the bread with a knife, it fell. I had to knelt down and clean it to use it again. I quickly munched on the bread and ran outside.

-"Wait! Wait!"- I shouted, stretching my arms to the bus as if to reach and touch it.

It left.

I wanted to scream and let out all the toads and snakes swallowing me up.

I didn't look back to mom and just… walked.

-"Hey! Aren't you gonna ask me to drive ya' to school?"

I didn't answer and kept walking to school. Did she really have to ask?

I think anger kept me going, because I felt like a living volcano when I reached my school. I was sweating everywhere and my heart beats accelerated each step I took.

When the bell rang, I dashed to my first class… math. The teacher wasn't there yet, so I took out my Iphone and messaged: 'Good morning, babe. Are you here yet?' to my girlfriend. Whenever I thought of her, my chest warmed. Yesterday, just yesterday I had my very first girlfriend, though I never admit it. It felt weird and awkward because I know nothing about her, but in due time I will, everything is. The only thing that mattered is that she was perfect: blond hair, crystal blue eyes, perfectly curved body…

-"Oh, sorry I'm late, my adorable students!"- A high pitched voice echoed in the hallway, interrupting my thoughts. I looked to where the voice came and saw Hanji Zoe, my math teacher, walking towards the class room while looking for something in her purse, probably the keys, -"I'm coming!"- She sang that last part.

Hanji was a weird math teacher. According to her, math was everywhere and everything she ever saw was math. She literally compares everything with math; every word she said had to have at least one mathematical word. She was like a walking number.

-"Hey, teacher, don't push yourself. Take it easy and just relax,"- A masculine tough voice sounded behind me, -"It's Monday."

I looked back and saw Reiner with Berthold beside him, -"Yo."- I said.

Reiner smiled widely, -"Hey there, Jean."

Berthold just nodded to me. That guy was quiet and shy, contrary to his best friend Reiner, who was cheerful and bigmouthed. I've never seen those two separated.

-"Hello, hello!"- The teacher greeted them, not taking her eyes off her purse while looking for her keys, -"Where are my keys…,"- She muttered to herself and I swore her hand on the purse went deeper.

While Hanji fought with herself, the rest of the group arrived. Now, it was the girls, -"Good morning, everyone!"- Sasha sang, waving her arms up. Just behind her, barely seen, was Connie, right behind her ass like always, looking for her attention. It was impossible though, she was as messed up as the teacher.

Behind her were Ymir and Krista, the lesbians. That's what everyone thought. Then behind them were Carolina, Hannah and Annie.

-"Hey, wait up!"- A too well known voice rang through the hallway.

-"Hurry, Eren! We're gonna be late!"

Just behind the girls group, Eren and Armin were running towards the class. Keeping up with them was no one else than Mikasa, the girl who used to be my crush and the biggest one. Not anymore. I tried to get to her, but she's always with that damn Eren and Armin. She was like glued to them. It wouldn't surprise me that she slept with them both. They annoyed me, but specially Eren. I didn't stand him. I never understood how the rest of the group could. Oh wait… they were all the same.

-"Oh god, we're not late!"- Armin said when he reached the classroom, putting his hands on his knees, then wrapping them around Eren, -"I thought I was going to die!"

Armin was a nerdy that worried too much about school and grades. Well look at him, he almost had a heart attack because he thought he was late. Eren was the opposite of Armin; Mikasa… well, she's the top of the class. With that, I say enough. They were the worst horrible trio I've seen.

Later on, the rest of the group arrived: Franz, Thomas, Samuel, Mac, Daz, Tom and Mylius.

And someone else.

At the corner of my eyes, I saw a figure leaning against the wall with a book on his hand. New guy? I couldn't investigate any longer because Hanji finally found her keys, -"Alrighty then, come inside please!"- She said cheerfully while letting all of us in.

Once inside, I sat in the same place as always: right beside the door to dash out once class is over. It always worked and besides, I could keep an eye out for those who pass by. It's ridiculous, but fun. Better than watching a crazy teacher who dreams with numbers.

-"Okay everyone, takes your seats!"- She said cheerfully, wanting to start class already. She always had that annoying tendency of pointing out the obvious, like… I know I have to sit down.

I sighed and propped my head in hand, elbow on my desk. I looked down and saw a lot of tiny penises drawn in my desk, along with 'Fuk u' and 'Try sukin my dick out'. An idea popped into my mind and I took out my pencil from the cartridge. When I was about to continue the suggestive conversation with 'Suk ur mama's' the teacher began the class abnormally, -"Students! I have great news for you- well, it's technically one divided by…,"- She went on with her mathematical analysis of her news. I hung my head, only to raise it again when she said something that picked my curiosity, -"…there's a new entrant in our group! Say hello to our new friend!"

That's when I saw the figure that I just saw earlier peek from the door and enter shyly. It was a guy. He walked silently to the front, his footsteps barely hearable. He had a black jacket that had the Assassin's Creed insignia on the chest and black jeans with grubby and all drawn over Converse. Cool, I though. I had played the Assassin's Creed saga a long time ago. He also had a book in his hand titled 'Hunger Games'. I couldn't see his face because he was looking down. He also had a red Superman badge beanie over his black hair. When he finally looked up, all I saw was a stupid mama's boy freckled kid,-"H-hey, I'm Marco Bodt."