Entering the school, I frowned at the ground, refusing to look up. In my hand I held yet another test marked with a big, fat, red F. I don't know what I'm going to do, this was the fourth one this year, all in the same class! If I don't get a tutor or something soon then I'm going to end up having to redo this year and I am not willing to do that! I dislike it enough already, having to wake up early every morning to get on the bus filled with loud, obnoxious people. I don't understand how people can be so energetic in the morning, beats me, must be what they eat for breakfast. The morning bus ride isn't even the worst part! Having to go into a crowded place filled with even more noise and then being forced to sit at a desk all day only starts the torture before the annoying sound of a teachers voice adds to that pain. Do I look like I want to listen to you ramble on about whatever you want to teach me? No, not really besides you've probably already taught that lesson six other times. It doesn't get better after that, oh no, that'd be far too generous, after all energy has been sucked from my body and I wonder why I even try to try, do I get a measly excuse of a break before having to go through the class torture for another couple of hours. Going home should be the time where you sit and relax, forget that the next day you probably have to go to school again, but that is, once again, far too generous. They just have to give out homework. If it was just a little bit that'd be okay but it's not, it's this huge pile of work that will take you multiple days. It never ends, I swear.
As I walked through the hall, wondering why I was being forced to come here, I crumpled the test in my hand keeping my fist balled up as I approached my locker. Arriving at my locker I opened it, tossed my failure inside then slamming it shut, accidentally drawing the attention of someone that I really didn't want to deal with.
Something I forgot to mention about my dislike towards school. There's this guy, Jean Kirstein, he's a total ass. I have done absolutely nothing to the guy and he has to have a spaz about everything I do. He has a small group of friends, I wouldn't even call them friends, they're more like his minions if I were to be completely honest.
"Yo, failure. What do you think you're doing disturbing me? ha?" He walked up to me and grabbed me by the shirt.
"Fuck off horseface." He snarled at the nickname and threw me up against a locker, getting in my face. Man does his breath stink!
"What did you call me?" With each word spit hit me in the face and I couldn't help but cringe at how disgusting it felt.
"You heard me. Now would you kindly fuck off, I don't want to be late for class, unlike some people I give a shit about school." He let go of my shirt and backed off, his minions growling monstrously at me.
Mocking them, I jumped at them and growled ferociously, laughing as they all rolled their eyes. As I was walking away though, Jean couldn't just leave it at that, he had to try to continue his bullshit, "Doesn't seem like you care, with all those F's…or maybe it's because you are just that stupid." Piece of shit. I turned around and punched him in the mouth, no hesitation. It startled both him and his buds giving me enough time to make a run for it. They all yelled after me, chasing me down the hall. I made it to my classroom and luckily the teacher was there so that they couldn't do anything to me, at least not while I was in here anyway. I'll just have to keep my guard up outside of class, that's for damn sure.
The boys were quickly shooed out of the classroom by Mr. Erwin, who sent me to my seat. His massive eyebrows were furrowed as he frowned at me, obviously realising what had happened but choosing not to deal with it.
~~TimeSkip~~
When the day was finally over, I rushed out of the classroom and down the hall. I was constantly looking back worried I may run into Jean and his crew, causing me to crash into a wall straight ahead. I fell backward onto the cement floor, rubbing my forehead as it stung. When I looked up, I was actually happy that I had run into this wall. There was a poster for students who needed a tutor. I stood up and read the poster quietly to myself, "Greetings fellow students. We seniors here would like to help you. Each one of us has very high marks so we can assure you that you are in good hands. If you're interested in having one of us as a tutor then come to the activity room at the end of the day and let us know why you are here. Hope to see you there~"
I turned around and ran in the direction of the activity room, arriving quickly. When I entered, there were pairs of students talking all over the room. There was one student however that was standing by himself. Naturally I assumed he was one of the seniors so I approached him, "Hey, I saw your poster thing in the hall, how I found it is kind of a funny story but uhm…" "You look like you need a tutor, what's your name?" I looked at the senior who held made the rude comment, "Eren Jaeger." "Well, since I need to get home and take a shit, we'll meet here tomorrow at lunch."
