"Lord, I fucking swear if the underground rat plunks himself down next to me someone's gonna get fucked up."
"He couldn't be that bad, could he? He only joined us recruits yesterday…"
"Please! He tried to kill Captain Erwin. Do you think any of us could trust him with our lives?" I glared at the opposite corner of the cafeteria where he slowly slid down the wood paneled wall to sit on the floor with his bowl of mashed potatoes. His long black hair hung as a veil over his eyes, as if to shield himself from the crowded dining hall. "What Erwin saw in him I'll never understand… I mean, just look at him. His uniform is buttoned up wrong, his hair is longer than mine, he's greasy as hell..."
"I hear he's a master with a blade, probably extremely cut out to be a soldier," Petra said between bites of potato.
"Please, Petra, I don't want to hear it. Those eyes are the eyes of a killer, not of a savior."
I glanced in his direction again. All I wanted was to pick him up with a set of tongs and dunk him in a large barrel of soapy water. Until he shone of hygiene not grease.
There was something else about him. His face appeared blank, but somewhere underneath there seemed to be so much more. Rage? Grief? I let the topic go, before I let that take me down a trail where I learned more than I needed to.
I lifted my tray from the rotting wooden tables as walked over to the corner of the room where the massive square dish bin sat. Cut out to be a soldier, my ass, I thought.
I burst out of the dining hall as if in a fit of anger. I practically stomped my way over to the dorms. Fuck him. Fuck him and his special recognition. I don't care he was recognized and hand selected by Captain Erwin. I couldn't care less. I slammed the door to the tiny two person dorm I called my home. Petra slept on the left bed, I slept on the right. We had our sides of the room and that was that.
I'm a neat freak. Always have been always will be. Petra's side was covered in clothes. You could clearly see where her side ended and mine began because you could actually see the floor on my side. There was a single bookcase between the two beds, two shelves high. We each had a shelf. Her's was covered in more clothes, mine hand neatly put together books, widest to thinnest. If I weren't so mad I probably would have cleaned the room for her since I have some spare time.
I stood in front of the wood paneling next to where the foot of my bed lay. I threw a punch at the wall, allowing my fist to slide down the wall as I plopped onto the floor. Top of the class has been mine for the past several years, and this piece of work who calls himself Levi shows up in our last week for finals. Where he was trained I have no idea, but he's definitely nothing to laugh at. He's incredibly skilled, or so the rumors go. He was hand selected by Erwin, Commander Shadis of the Survey Corps right hand man. Screw him and his special treatment. I've been here this long, there's no way in hell I could lose to him. Not after all I've worked for.