I originally wrote this as Sasha Braus at Survey Corps High, but that story wasn't working out, so I've kind of started over. It will be a little different from that story. I know this chapter is kind of short, but I think I'll be writing short chapters because it will be easier to update with school and all. Anyway, enjoy and please review!

It was an ordinary Tuesday at Maria-Rose High. It was after school, and I was heading toward my car to head over to the junior high. Jean and I were neighbors, so it was my job to pick him up from the school until he could get his licence. Jean was trying out for the basketball team today, so I had to wait an hour or so, since I was too lazy to go home and come back to get him. There were other reasons for me to go to the junior high, of course. I had graduated from Maria-Rose Junior High in June, but many of my younger friends were still at the school, like Mikasa and Armin, but at least I had rejoined some of my upperclassman friends like Bertholdt, Reiner and Ymir.

Once I got to the school, I saw Jean before his basketball tryouts.

"Good luck Jean." I said.

"Thanks Sasha, but I don't need luck. I'll be able to get on the team!" He said. I grinned. Jean was always so cocky like that, but I didn't mind it. I was used it after all, growing up with Jean. He ran off toward the gym.

I sat on the bench opening my algebra II book, but I instead decided to text Mikasa to wait for Jean to finish the tryouts.

An hour or so had past, and nothing was accomplished. I saw the young boys all sweaty coming out of the gym. I packed up my things and Jean walked toward me.

"Hey Sasha, I'm ready to go!" he exclaimed.

"So, how do you think you did?" I asked as we began walking towards my car.

"I think I did great! I'll totally make it on to the team. And I got two more points than Jeager did" I rolled my eyes. There goes his competitiveness for Eren again. Once we got into the car, he started to go on about how he beat Eren to the ball, and etc. I decided to tune out on that. Over the years, I learned it was best to ignore Jean when he talked about Eren.

"Are you listening Sasha?" he asked. Jean saying my name caught my attention.

"What?" I asked. He groaned.

"What I've been telling you about for the past two minutes."

"You've been talking about Eren for well over two minutes." He groaned again.

"No, I'm talking about something else now. About this short dude. He's like, only 5'2. He's in my English class, and he's kind of an idiot. I would't expect a midget idiot like him would be good at basket ball!"

"5'2? That's short, what grade is he in, seventh?" I asked.

"Nah, he's a ninth grader. I think he's new here because I haven't seen him around until this year. He's a speedy little midget. Even though he's tiny, I think he'll make it onto the team!" he said. I pulled up in front of Jean's house.

"Get out Jean, were here. Jean unbuckled his seat belt, grabbed his backpack, and hopped out of the car.

"Bye Sasha, I'll see you tomorrow!" He exclaimed as he ran into his house. I sighed. He could at least thank you, I thought. I drove thirty feet or so to my house and parked the car. A midget basketball player, huh. I had been over to Jean's house many times before, and had watched basketball. Over the years, I have grown fond of watching basket ball games thanks to Jean's influence. The shortest basket ball player I had seen on TV was 5'8, much taller than the boy Jean had described to me. Maybe it would be interesting to see this little guy play...