It is six fifty two in the morning when my alarm goes off. I force my eyes open and let out a low growl. Today is my first day going back to school, after three months of freedom, where I generally just slept and occasionally came downstairs to eat and or watch television.

But now bliss is over, and I have to go to my junior year in high school. Great.

I swing my legs out of bed and trudge over to the vanity in the corner of my room, snagging a brush and yawning on the way. I sit on the little chair placed in front of the desk and stare in the mirror as I run the bristles through my long platinum blond hair. I stare at the bright blue- green eyes, identical to my twin brother's, and the long, thin nose resting in the middle of my face, lightly dusted in freckles. My mouth is wide, and it turns down naturally at the edges, creating a permanent scowl. My skin is light ivory color. And, overall, I just have a very bored expression on my face.

Soon I'm finished. I put a light coat of mascara on before getting dressed. Flattering blue skinny jeans that accentuate my figure, and a simple white t-shirt, paired with my black converse. Then I slide into my backpack and travel noisily out of my bedroom and down the stairs to the livingroom. I manage to smack my hip on the railing on my way down, and a low hiss of pain escapes my lips.

"What a nice way to start out the day," my brother's voice sounds from behind me.

"Shut up, Eren," I say grumpily, my German accent much more apparent than his. Then I round the corner and step into the kitchen. Eren follows suit, grabbing a banana from the counter and sticking his tongue out at me. I take in his features subconsciously. My fraternal twin looks nothing like me, other than the dimples, straight across teeth, and eyes. He is tan and has dark hair, like the rest of my family.

"Good morning to you too, by the way, Ada," Eren says with a mouth full of banana. I grimace and throw a piece of cereal at him. He grins.

Soon, two slow pairs of footsteps sounding behind Eren notify my brother and I that we've woken our parents with our bickering.

"Good morning," we say in unison when they step in the kitchen. Dad yawns, mom smiles warmly at us, pulling Eren into a hug and standing on her tippy toes to place her lips on his forehead.

I zone out as the three of them engage in an unimportant conversation about school. Eren gets another banana and a bowl of cereal. He eats, I sit in a seat at the counter and wait for him. Soon he chugs the leftover milk in the bowl, and we are heading out of the door. Sentiments between us and our parents are exchanged, and then we are walking up the street to our school, Trost High School. And it is a good thing it is right up the street, because neither of us have our liscences yet.

"So, are you nervous?" Eren asks.

I shrug and kick a small rock on the sidewalk, sending it flying into the road. Moments of silence pass. We turn a corner and the high school is in view. And then I reply with words.

"Why would I be? It's just a building full of bitches and brats. We've been to high school before," I say.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but still," Eren says.

"You shouldn't have anything to worry about, Eren," I add, "you're popular at our school, and you're smart. Stop stressing over nothing."

Eren grins, and another silence follows. But it isn't awkward. Soon we are pushing through the glass doors at the front of our school. There are already students swarming everywhere, and it's loud, which makes my natural scowl deepen significantly. Eren notices this and pulls me to the side.

"What's your schedule?" he asks.

I pull it from a pocket in my backpack and unfold it.

"My first period is math with Mr. Meck," I say, sighing.

"I've got P.E," Eren says. The classes are on opposite sides of the school.

We embrace and then I'm watching him walk away. I notice his best friend, Mikasa Ackerman meet up with him. She links their arms and they continue up the hall, causing a rare smile to flash on my lips. And I'm thinking 'I can't wait for him to stop being a pussy and ask her out.'

I turn and walk to room 46, groaning internally. Math is my most hated subject.