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Armin woke up the next morning with a headache. He glanced around the room, hoping to see the ghost girl that was always there to wake him up. But, like the day before, she was gone. Armin sighed, and laid back down on his bed. He bit his lip. 'Christa...' He thought weakly. He closed his eyes, trying to keep tears from pouring out. Then all of a sudden, he felt a chill ride up his spine. He sprung out of bed, and turned around. "Christa?" He called out.

He felt it again, and glanced to his side. He sighed, and walked over towards the open window. He slowly closed it, and shook his head. 'She isn't coming back, Armin.' He told himself. He wiped a tear from his eye. 'Maybe Mikasa was right. Maybe I should forget.' Armin then shook his head. Forget Christa? Was that possible? Armin bit his lip, and slowly turned around, walking away from the window. He reluctantly opened his wardrobe, and pulled out a Simple Plan shirt. (I suggest listening to them) He put the shirt on, and reached for a pair of jeans with a hole on the left knee.

After he was done changing, he grabbed his backpack, and trudged down the stairs. He skipped the last step on accident, and faceplanted onto the floor. Armin grunted in pain, but sighed. He laid there for a minute, feeling absolutely miserable. He felt tears threatening to leak out of his eyes, and he stood up. He wiped the tears away, and sighed again. 'You deserve it, Armin.' He told himself. Then he entered the kitchen.

When he reached the headquarters of food, he sat down on the table. He sat still for a few moments, before banging his head softly against the edge. He pounded his fist into the wooden furniture, and bit his trembling lip. "Calm down, Armin." He said softly. "You can make it through this. You always pull through in the end." Somehow, his words of self comfort didn't help with anything at all. The blonde sighed, and reached into his backpack, looking for the diary. He paused, and shook his head. Oh right, he had thrown it out the window. Armin facepalmed himself. 'Idiot.' He thought.

Then he heard his grandfather's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. The blonde sighed, and laid his head across his now folded arms. He heard his grandfather enter the kitchen, whistling the Popeye the Sailor tune to himself. Armin glanced up, and saw his grandfather making his coffee. The old man turned to his grandson, and smiled. "Hey, Armin," he greeted. "How's it going so far?" Armin didn't answer, which caused the old one to tilt his head. "Is everything alright, Armin?" He asked, concerned. Armin nodded, but felt tears coming when his mind wandered towards the ghost girl that had once been his servant.

"Everything's fine, Grandpa." He muttered, not doing a good job of hiding his sadness. His grandfather noticed, and sighed. He sat down across from his grandson, and folded his hands together.

"Alright, what's up?" The old man asked. Armin sighed.

"I already told you. Everyth-"

"Don't give me that bullcrap Armin." His grandfather hissed. "you've been my grandson for fifteen years, and I can tell when something is wrong with you." He smiled gently. "So why don't you just tell me it so we can get it over with, eh?" Armin gulped, and straightened himself.

"Well, I guess..." Armin strained to find the right words. He finally sighed, and cast his eyes downward. "I guess I'm just having girl troubles, that's all." His grandfather nodded.

"And tell me about these troubles." He said kindly. Armin nodded.

"Well, there are two of them." He started. "The first has a crush on me, but I only like her as a friend. The second also had a crush on me, but I think I just lost whatever friendship we still had."

"How so?" The old man asked. Armin bit his lip, and sighed.

"Well, I didn't appreciate her to begin with." He admitted. "She was kind to me, yet I took it for granted. She did things for me, but I didn't treat her with the respect and kindness she deserved. Finally, she said she couldn't take it anymore. And then she left." He felt himself beginning to cry. "And I don't know how to get her back."

The old one nodded. He placed a firm yet gentle hand on his grandson's shoulder. "Let start off by saying something, Armin." He said. "You're a great kid, with a big heart. But you have a problem. You think too much." Armin's head tilted with confusion. His grandfather chuckled, and continued. "You're always too worried about things, that you push others away. You need to learn how to let go of the past, Armin." Armin sighed.

"But I don't know if I can." He muttered. His grandfather sighed, and shook his head.

"I know you miss your parents, Armin, and I do too." He said. He smiled. "And I know it is rough being a kid without a mom or dad, but you have to learn to accept things and let go of the past. It has always been holding you back from your true potential, Armin. This girl obviously loved you very much, whoever she was." He smiled gently. "And I have a feeling that you feel the same way, but you're just afraid to admit it." Armin blushed.

"I-I don't-" He started, but he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. His grandfather chuckled. He patted Armin's shoulder.

"You have to learn to admit it to yourself before you admit it to her, Armin." The old one told him. Then he stood up. "Now, we should get going, OK?" Armin nodded, and stood up, shouldering his backpack. The two walked out of the front door, and stepped into the old mustang.

...

Armin sighed as he stepped out of the car. He turned around, and waved. "See you later, Grandpa." He said. His grandfather nodded, and leaned in.

"Remember my advice, Armin." He told his grandson. "I promise you that it will help." Armin nodded, and slammed the door shut. He then walked into the school, instantly feeling annoyed. Once again, chaos.

Armin shook his head, and walked through the halls, making his way towards the cafeteria. He began to hum a little tune to himself, almost forgetting about his troubles. Almost. When he reached the cafeteria, he saw Connie, Sasha, and Marco waving at him. Armin nodded, and waved back. He then approached the table, and sat down besides Marco. The three smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"So Armin, how is school so far?" Marco asked. Armin nodded.

"It's been good so far," he answered. "Ms. Zoe is a little too eccentric though, in my opinion." Connie nodded.

"Yeah, she's crazy." He muttered. "Did you know she always kisses a frog before disecting it?" Everyone glanced at him in surprise. Connie shifted his eyes from one person to the other. "What? It's true, I swear!" Sasha shrugged.

"We're not debunking you, Connie," she told him. "We're just saying that it sounds a little weird, that's all." Armin and Marco nodded, and Connie just sighed.

"Yeah, whatever." He muttered. Then the bell rang. The short boy stood up, and smiled at his friends. "Wake up, kiddies, time for school." Everyone chuckled, and soon they were heading off to class. Connie and Armin said goodbye to Marco and Sasha, who had math with Mr. Pixis. As they walked towards Mr. Hoover's room, Connie turned to Armin. "So, how is that servant girl of yours doing?" He asked. Armin stopped, and sighed.

"She quit." He murmured. Connie may have been a dummie, but he could tell Armin was sad. He sighed, and patted his friend on the back.

"Sorry to hear that, buddy." He said. Then he continued to walk towards class, muttering, "Shame. She was hot, too." Armin bit his lip, and followed his friend.

When they reached class, Mr. Hoover was locked into another round of Flappy Bird. He grinned, and jumped out of his seat. "Yes!" He exclaimed. Everyone glanced his way, causing the history teacher to flush with embarrassment. "Hehe, sorry about that class." He apologized. After everyone was settled in, Mr. Hoover went on with his lesson.

Armin sighed as he took notes. He felt extremely awkward, mostly due to the fact that Mikasa was sitting right next to him. The blonde gulped, and slowly glanced towards the oriental girl. She was staring ahead at Mr. Hoover, eyes stoic and emotionless. Armin gulped, and turned back to the teacher. He sighed as class dragged on, and he started shifting in his seat. Then his mind drifted off to Christa.

Armin felt sadness return to his gut, but it was soon replaced by realization. Mr. Hoover claims to have not known who Christa was, but the diary said otherwise. Also, the diary also gave hints that it could've been Reiner that murdered Christa! Armin narrowed his eyes. What was Mr. Hoover's real role in this story? Armin continued to glare at Mr. Hoover until class was over. Mr. Hoover turned to the class, smiling. "Alright guys, remember, tomorrow your World War 1 papers are due, alright?" Everyone nodded, and walked out of the door. Armin didn't leave, however. Instead, he slowly approached Mr. Hoover's desk.

Mr. Hoover glanced up, and gave the blonde a smile. "Hello again, Armin." He greeted. "What can I do for you?" Armin narrowed his eyes.

"What happened the night Christa Lenz was murdered?" He hissed. Mr. Hoover's eyes widened, and he tilted his head.

"Armin, what is thi-"

Don't bullshit me!" Armin growled. "You either knew something or took part somehow! Now I want answers!" Mr. Hoover gulped, and stared blankly up at Armin. Finally, he sighed, and shook his head.

"And I guess the truth comes out." He muttered. He stood up, and walked towards the door. He closed it, and locked it. He turned to Armin. "You don't mind privacy, right Armin?" He asked. Armin nodded. Mr. Hoover sighed, and walked over towards his desk. He sat down on the chair, and his eyes drifted off towards memories. Finally, he sighed, and turned to face Armin.

"Yes, Reiner and Annie murdered Christa," he said. "Reiner was the ringleader of it all. He had been really upset when Christa rejected him, and since he had a history of being mentally unstable when prevoked, it was his idea." He glanced at the window, and continued. "Annie helped him because of her jealousy of Christa. You see, she liked Reiner, but Reiner liked Christa. And since the plan involved killing Christa, she instantly was at his side."

And what about you?" Armin asked, trying to hide the fact that Mr. Hoover speaking so calmly was freaking him out.

Mr. Hoover sighed. "I wanted nothing to do with it, and I threatened to call the police on them if they tried anything. But then they said they'd hurt my girlfriend (now wife), Ymir, if I didn't help them." Mr. Hoover felt a tear leak out of his eye. "So I was given the job of luring Christa into the secret spot, where they were to murder her. I left before I could see how they did it, not like I wanted to. After a while, I called the police, although I didn't tell them who did it."

Armin stared at Mr. Hoover in shock. The teacher sighed, and turned back to Armin. "Armin, you must understand this wasn't my choice." He said. "I didn't want this, but I was dragged into it. They threatened my girlfriend, Armin! I had no choice!" He shook his head. "I didn't want any part in this!"

Armin simply continued to stare at Mr. Hoover. Then, as quick as a flash, he grabbed the keys, and sprinted towards the door. He opened it before his teacher could protest. Then he ran through the halls, leaving Mr. Hoover behind. The teacher stared blankly at the spot where Armin once was, then sighed. He ran a hand through his hair. 'You've really fucked up now, Bertholt.'

And that's a wrap! As I was writing this I had "Had Enough" by Breaking Benjamin stuck in my head. (Deadpool: Listen to it! It's da shit!) Anyway, don't forget to review! And remember, stay wykkyd!