It had only been three days and the poor blonde boy had already been tripped in the hall, called a loser and had his uniform stuffed in the toilet.
Even private schools have bullies..Armin wasn't a bit surprised by that notion. He was always bullied in his old school, but the bullies here couldn't even compare to the last ones.
Armin got chills by just thinking about the countless times he was punched, shoved, beat up and even once 'tripped' down the stairs because of one of those idiots.
He walked down the same hallway he met Annie that one day. Armin smiled, remembering that moment..sure it was awkward, well he was awkward but everything about her was laid back and it looked as though she was prepared for anything. Confidence. Confidence was key and surely Armin lost that key.
He took a moment to scuffle out his schedule from his left front pant pocket to see which class he had next.
Looking down to the wrinkled yellow paper he saw that his music class was next. "Finally." He whispered as he searched for the room number.
Ring...Ring...Ring
"Why can't I find it?!" squeaked Armin. Walk running down the hallway, knowing he had about a minute left until the next bell and he would be marked down as tarty.
Looking up and down from the paper to the room numbers he then sees what looks like the right room number. Armin picked up his pace to a run and panicly looked at the number repeating it in his head.
"Yes! Here it is!"
Stepping into the class five seconds before the bell, Armin looked over the room, panting softly. It was bigger than he expected it to be. The only problem being?
The students were missing! No one, absolutely no one was in the room with Armin, the only things he saw were two Grand Pianos, about a dozen of stands, a teachers desk and other small equipments.
Armin looks down at his watch then hears the final bell. "Am I even in the right room?! What if I'm not...I-I can't be tarty on the very first day! Thats just not right!" After panicing for a couple minutes he hears the door open.
Looking over his shoulder, he sees Annie again. Freezing up he just stares blankly at the beautiful blonde girl.
Annie stands in the door way with a Cello bow in her hand and a frown on her face. "Hey! Armin, class has been moved in the room next door." Her voice sounded cold and unrelentless this time.
Armin squeaked softly and followed after with speedy movement. She lead him to the room next door, it was slightly smaller than the other but this room had students in it, nine to be exact..plus him and Annie.
All eyes were on him, he felt near faint until Annie nudged him with her elbow and walked to take a seat in the near back of the class. Armin did the same, only he sat in the middle.
Armin looked around this room, it was very simular to the other room, two Grand Pianos and the other nesessary equipments needed for a music class.
Looking down at the ground he sighed. Blocking out all of the other students. Deep in thought he just stares blankly at the floor.
Annie catches sight of Armin. His blue eyes looked focused. She wondered what thoughts were going through his mind.
The light blonde headed girl looked at all of the students, a list forming in her mind - First Violins: Jean Kirstein, Marco Bott and Mina Carolina. Second Violins: Connie Springer, Sasha Blouse, Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman. Bass: Reiner Braun and Bertolt Hoover. She was the only Cello, of course Reiner volunteered to play Cello along with her, but that brat always tended to get on her nerves, so she turned him down politely..the second time, not so politely.
She didn't think much of her old classmates, but this Armin boy..he seemed interesting.
[I really tried to make this chapter longer than my last.]
[We'll see what happens nexttt.]