(A/N: Welcome! This will be my very first published fan fiction! So please be very kind on me. TTnTT I'll try to keep this one updated. Read on, weary traveler, and enjoy the ups and downs of this fan fiction!)
Chapter 1 (The night before the first day)
The night before the first day of school had always unnerved Eren. Especially this year. He was going through some very large changes this year. One, it would be his first year of high school, which everybody always said was the worst. Like that was reassurance to a shy geek like him. To make it worse, he had moved cities over the summer, so he knew virtually nobody, and the school his mother, Carla Jaeger, enrolled him in was a private school. Which meant stuck up rich kids and stuffy uniforms after the first day.
"Mom, have you seen the box with my cardigans?" he called down the hall to his mother, who was sitting on the couch with his sister Mikasa and watching the news. "I can't find it."
"I think it's still in the truck," she called back. "And the car's locked. My keys are hanging up if you want to unlock it and get it."
"Thank you Mom." he got up and stretched, looking around his room. Four dark red walls with band posters scattered across them, off-white carpet, a dresser, a twin bed, a hope chest, two huge bookshelves, and a tiny closet. The room was overall bigger than his old one back in his hometown, Trost, but the house was smaller. Eren sighed. He missed his old house and all of its quirky charms, like the oak staircase and the basement, which nobody but his father, Grisha Jaeger, could get into.
His heart twinged. He missed his father. His parents had gotten a divorce in May, and arrangements to move had been set into motion not long after. He sighed and shuffled out of his new room to the front door, grabbing the keys off of its hook. He opened the door and shivered as an icy gust of wind brushed up against his arm. Trost was never this cold at night, especially in August. "It's friggen cold!" he complained to nobody in particular as he briskly walked to his mother's Subaru and unlocked it, reaching across the backseat to get a box labeled 'Eren's gay cardigans'- courtesy of Mikasa, no doubt. Sure, she could be a total pain in the ass sometimes, but she meant well and was always there for Eren when he needed it.
As Eren pulled the box out and shut the door with his hip, a streak of light caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head up. It was a shooting star- probably a straggler from July's comet storm. He closed his eyes and made a wish.
Please…Please let this year be different. Let me make friends…Enjoy my Freshman year. He opened his eyes and shuffled back inside, closing the door behind him.
"What took you so long, Eren?" Carla asked, looking up as she heard the door close.
"Saw a shooting star," he said simply, walking back to his room and setting the box on the floor before shutting the door behind him.
Mikasa knocked at his door. "Eren," she said quietly. "Do you want me to help you pick out your first day of school outfit?"
Eren smiled. That was always a tradition with them, for Mikasa to help him plan his first day outfit. This year was especially important, as is this would be the only time he could wear his normal clothes the entire year. "Yes, please."
Mikasa opened the door. Her and Eren looked almost nothing alike, her with black hair, pale skin, and dark eyes, and him with tan skin, deep brown hair, and turquoise eyes. "You have any idea what you wanna wear, Eren?"
The brunet grinned sheepishly. "Not in the slightest." He gestured to the several boxes scattered around his room. "Feel free to take a look in them and tell me what you think I should wear."
Mikasa sighed. "You change none." She opened the boxes and started digging through them, occasionally making small talk with Eren. "What about these jeans?" she asked, holding up blue boot cuts that were torn and ripped at the knees. "With… this shirt." she then held up a grey shirt with a tribal print.
"With…this cardigan?" Eren held up a black cotton cardigan. He looked at the three articles of clothing. It seemed like a good fit to him. "Then I'll wear my combat boots and All Time Low bracelets."
"Sounds like a plan." she patted his head affectionately before exiting the room, shutting the door behind her.
Eren looked around for his combat boots and socks in the mess that was his room, letting out a victorious "Yes!" when he found them. Then he put them in a safe place for the night. "I'm going to bed," he called down the hall before shutting his door again, switching off his lights, sliding off his clothes and crawling into bed.
Please… God Please…Make this year all right.
(A/N: And that's Chapter one, darlings! Sorry for it's shortness/randomness, just needed and introduction! Please leave a review!)