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Banana Cream Pie
1. A pie filled with rich custard or pudding that is made from flour, milk, cream and eggs. It can also come in other flavours such as vanilla, chocolate or lemon. A feature of all cream pies is the whipped cream topping. Cream pies are often associated with pieing.

Pieing
1. The act of throwing a pie at a person of people (often authority figures), as an act of targeting the individuals beliefs or acts towards a certain subject. Pieing is often used as a gimmick in comedy routines.

Sasha

oday marks the sixth anniversary of Connie and me meeting each other. Six years of friendship, six years of absolute pleasure. Much has changed these last few years and some of things I fear will never change. Jean and Eren still fight like dogs, but one stern look from Mikasa and they shut it down completely. Eren because he knows how she could kick his butt seven ways to Sunday, and Jean… well I'm not so sure why. Annie has opened up considerably in the last three years because of the friendship she built with Reiner and Bert. They are inseparable those three, and between Connie and I only we wonder which of the two of them will end up together. There's no telling at this point.

I know I've changed too. I've become more confident in myself and I know someday I'm going to make something out of myself. I also ended up getting rid of my accent because of the bullying I experienced due to Ymir. Funny thing is that we're kind of friends now, I think (or at least as much as friends as you can be with her when you're not Krista Lenz). Apparently she misses my accent now after all these years, but the damage has been done. My accent is gone and will most probably stay gone for the rest of my life. I used to be friendless apart from Connie, but now I have a small army of friends. I'm doing pretty well, even if I do say so myself.

Here we are now, six years later at our first day of middle school. Our school fell a little bit short of a military boot camp to be honest. It was originally supposed to be a prep school but in the last few years it has relaxed a bit on admission standards. Either you have to be super rich and well connected or you had to be talented. I was one of the so-called talented students, whatever that means I have no idea.

It was our last period before lunch and we were having our first gym class. Our teacher Mr. Shadis looked and sounded like a drill sergeant with something left to prove. We were sitting on the bleachers outside and all of the sudden he yelled out "Class fall in". Nobody had any idea what he meant and we all just sat there staring. "Do I have to repeat myself? Class fall in, lines of six with three people in a row… NOW!" We were terrified and did what we were told. I heard someone mutter from the back that his older brother had warned him that Shadis would do this, and that it would not get better from here, only worse.

"Now you will stand here at ATTENTION until I have assessed your sorry arses!" He paced back and forth in front of us. He stopped in front of Armin and I could see him gulp from a mile away. "Who the hell are you and why are you here?"

"Armin Arlert, honours math... Sir." Armin was shaking like a leaf the poor guy, I don't really blame him though.

"What a stupid name! Did your parents name you that?"

"No sir! My grandfather did, my parents are dead…" His eyes sparkled, and a single tear fell down his cheek.

"Good, they would be disgusted with the twig of a son they have." With that he seemed satisfied with torturing Armin, and moved onto his next play thing.

Shadis paused in front of Jean, leaning over his new victim. "Who the fuck are you undercut?"

"Jean Kirstein of Kirstein and Sons, I want to become a police officer and live a comfortable life in the city."

"Oh so you're a rich boy Kirstein? Must be nice to know that your DADDY will bail you out if you fuck up!" Shadis smirked, and moved onto the harmless freckled face standing beside Jean.

"What the hell is wrong with your face? Why are you smiling? Who the hell are you?" Shadis was face to face with Marco, his face showing how disgusted he was with Marco's happiness.

"Marco Bott from Sina, Sir. I wish to give my life and limb to the Sina police force" He was still smiling despite the obvious danger.

"That's a noble thought, but I hate to tell you Sina police force does not want your sorry ass or any of your LIMBS Bott!" What an asshole, honestly Marco is the nicest person ever… he doesn't deserve this.

Shadis began terrorizing some girl named Mina who I didn't know, when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Connie's gym uniform was inside out and backwards! Shadis was going to eat him alive if he realized… I needed to make sure he didn't. Connie's tough, but since he got diagnosed last year with that heart condition I knew that he wouldn't be able to deal with any punishment that Shadis gave him.

I reached into my pocket and felt the leftover hash brown from breakfast that morning, still in its foil. I'd have to distract Shadis if Connie started getting yelled at, and eating this hash brown would have to be my method of doing that.

I watched Shadis approach Connie out of the corner of my eye, and prepared myself. Connie seemed ready for the oncoming attack. "You who the hell are you?"

"Connie Springer, Sir"

"Connie Springer your gym uniform is inside out AND BACKWARDS. Were you not taught as a child the way clothes go on? Are your parents' failures? HOW STUPID ARE YOU?" he thundered. I hadn't seen Shadis this angry before, and I knew that I had to save Connie. I pulled the hash brown out, and took a huge bite. Shadis's attention instantly focused on me.

"What do you think you are doing?" Shadis was right in my face and screaming at me. There was no going back now. I took another bite, and chewed loudly. Direct all attention to me. "You are on my shit list. I'm talking to you girl. What are you doing?" I saw Connie staring at me with wide eyes as I took another bite. Shadis was livid, and I just hoped I wouldn't choke hash brown or my words.

"Sasha Blouse, Sir!"

"What is in your right hand Blouse?"

"A hash brown, Sir! I remembered I had one in my pocket leftover from breakfast this morning and I couldn't help myself."

"Why was it still in your pocket? Why decide to eat it now?" His eyes were bulging, and his expression terrifying.

"I felt like it would weigh me down during gym class and frankly the other one was delicious, sir."

"I don't understand why you ate the hash brown, Blouse."

"Sir are you asking me why people eat hash browns in general, or why I am eating this hash brown now? You're not being very clear." I was in deep shit.

"Start running Blouse and don't stop running until the bell rings or I say so. Got it"

"Yes Sir! Run until I die… got it."

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I don't know how I survived that gym period. Every time I would start to slow down or try to stop for a drink of water he would threaten me with failure. I couldn't even risk the possibility of failing, so I kept running. The sun was hot and I could feel myself getting a sunburn. My muscles were aching and I was about to drop down and die when the bell rung. I had been running for the last fifty minutes with no breaks, and my legs were now jelly. My knees gave out and I lay on the ground.

A shadow passed over me, and Ymir's figure appeared. "Come on potato girl let's get you up." Ymir hoisted me onto her back, piggyback style. She carried me past the bleachers towards the school. "You shouldn't be walking after all that."

"Why are you helping me Ymir? I don't get it." I stammered.

"I'm doing this because I owe you one. I think if it wasn't for you forgiving me and giving me another chance Krista would have stopped being my friend a long time ago. I did some horrible things when I was younger and I still do sometimes, but I'm working on it. I'm trying to be a better person and Krista knows this. She just needs to see it and then maybe…" She trailed off on her sentence and I understood. Nothing more had to be said and I knew I wouldn't bring it up again unless she did, until she was ready.

We finally got back into school and she let me get off her back. A couple of minutes later everyone was sitting down at the large cafeteria table, and I noticed Connie was missing. It seemed odd that he would skip out on lunch with us, especially since it's our first day back.

"Guys… has anyone seen Connie? I'm kind of worried about him." I looked at the group with everyone staring back blankly at me.

"I have no idea where short stuff is, but I think he said something about revenge and pie…" Reiner shrugged, and went back to his mean. "I could be wrong though. Whatever he is doing I'm sure he's up to no good Sash."

Next thing I know Connie comes whizzing by our table and grabs me pulling me to my feet.

"We need to go now. I fucked up, I really fucked up Sasha. We need to go now." He pulled me by my wrist with one hand, holding a container with another.

"Connie Springer, what the hell did you do?" I started running faster, matching my pace to his.

"I wanted to thank you for what you did, but I just ended up making it worse. I stole two of the small banana cream pies from the kitchen since I knew they were your favorite, and on my way out Shadis caught me and I pied him Sash. I threw my pie for you. I saved you one but we've got to move now!" We skirted down the hallway, and then turned a corner, running head first into Shadis.

"You have earned yourself a one way ticket to hell Springer." He wiped some of the leftover cream off his face, and we tried to back away from him. "You're going to be in detention for weeks and I'm going to enjoy every last second of it."

"You're going to have to get me another pie Connie Springer." I muttered under my breath only loud enough for us to hear. Before he could respond I threw my pie at Shadis smacking him right in the face. His face was full of cream and it was the funniest thing I ever saw.

"Sir I think you have a little something right here." I pointed at every part of my face, laughing madly.

"Looks like I get both of you every day after school for a month and a half." He dragged a hand down his pace, clearing his vision. "I'm going to make you both regret being born."

With that he frog marched us down the hall towards Principal Smith's office to await our punishment.

Sometimes I wonder why I try to protect him as much as I do. He's a big boy now but he can be such an idiot sometimes. He gets into so much trouble and doesn't even think about how he affects others. He doesn't think about how the things he do will affect me. No matter what, I always seem to back him up even when I know he's wrong. It's a problem and I know it'll become worse one day, but for now I'll go along with it. For now I'll just take care of my favourite joker and take it one day at a time.