AN:
This felt a little rushed, but I've been busy all day and that's a very lame excuse, I know, but what can you do? :3
I would like to thank the people following this story, it made my day, so thanks guys! :D

"Listen up, you maggots!" Chief Instructor Keith Shadis hollered to the new recruits, his face was contorted in a rather angry expression. It looked like he was going to sneeze…
He continued to scream and shout at the recruits, he was now standing in front of Connie, spit flying in his face. The shouting didn't stop; the Chief Instructor had now lifted Connie up by his head because Connie hadn't done the salute properly. You sighed, Connie had to focus and listen to the Instructor if he wanted to join the Military Police, and they only picked the best of the best, after all. Then, right in front of you, a biting loud crunching sound was heard. The girl in front of you was eating a potato. It looked raw. Chief Instructor Keith Shadis saw this (with disbelieving look) and marched right up to her. All you could see was the angry and slightly irritated face of the Chief Instructor. You couldn't believe what happened next, the potato girl talked back; asking if he had didn't know what potatoes were for. Sasha Braus was her name and she was from the southern Wall Rose village of Dauper.
"What a strange girl," you thought as you watched the Instructor command her to run laps until her legs caved in.
When you were dismissed, you walked quickly to Connie and asked if his head was alright. He answered with a "Tch!" and a low "Yeah" as he rubbed the sides of his head where the Instructor had held him tightly.
"Poor girl," you muttered as you looked at Sasha running further and further away.
"She kind of deserved it, though, talking back like that. She might not last long if she keeps up like that," he said before dragging you after him to the barracks.

At dawn, you alongside Connie and a couple of other recruits watched as the potato girl ran her last lap, she had already been running for 5 hours. It was strange she hadn't fainted yet. So, of course, the topic which was this strange girl quickly became popular.
"If I'm not mistaken, Drauper's a backwater mountain village of hunters," Connie shared with the small group. You had heard about it, they were good hunters and capable of surviving in the forest, until a Titan comes along, of course. On the other side, on an uphill road there two horses were pulling a carriage with what looked like some of the newest recruits.
"What's that?" the boy named Eren Yeager asked. He had big green eyes and short brown hair, and he was always talking.
"Dropouts," Mina Carolina said, a girl you had barely got to know. She had her black hair tied in two loose pigtails. She was of the quiet sort, but still she spoke about what was on her mind. You liked Mina; she was kind and nice to be around. So was Eren's friend, Armin Arlert, as well as another boy named Marco. Armin had blond hair and light blue eyes and he had a constant worrying kind of look, like if something was going to happen. Marco Bodt was kind and he always seemed to be able to cheer people up from whatever funk they were in. He was black-haired and had gold-brown eyes.
"They asked to be transferred to the landfills," Mina said.
Armin seemed shocked, "Seriously? But it's only the first day?"
"It's only normal," Eren contorted, "those without strength have no place here."
His comment seemed to surprise the others, but you understood what he meant.
"But still," Eren continued, "wanting to pick up rocks and pull weeds…"
Marco suddenly raised himself from his previous relaxed position,
"That reminds me, you weren't asked where you were from and all that." He asked. Eren put his hand on Armin's shoulder and said,
"This guy and I are from Shiganshina."
"Oh, so…" Marco started, surprise and shock evident in his eyes.
Connie seemed more energetic than you had seen him in weeks,
"Then that means you were on that day, right? Did you see it? The Colossal Titan?" He grinned. You smacked him in the back of his head and gave him a look.
"Yeah," Eren said sadly, the conversation had stopped. It wasn't pleasant anymore. So, instead, you pulled Connie along with you to have a little chat while you walked.
"What?" he asked brashly. He didn't like to be ordered around, especially not in front of the other recruits.
"You should show a little bit more sensitivity, Connie. They were through a lot, you know. Would you have wanted people asking about such a horrendous experience?"
"No, mom," he said, teasing you a bit. You didn't answer; instead you patted his bald head and waved for him to follow you.

"So, what do you think of the others so far?" Connie asked, breaking the comfortable silence. He had his arms behind his head in a lazy manor, though; it looked more exhausting walking like that.
"They seem okay. Hope they get through the trials, I've heard they are quite difficult."
"They better be. If the time comes and I have to fight Titans, I want to be at my best," Connie said, you nodded in agreement. Then, a bell rang, the signal for dinner. With one quick step you had turned your back and started walking quickly towards the dining hall.
"Oi!" Connie shouted, "It's just dinner!" he said as he tried to catch up.
"Yeah, I know. I'm just very hungry," you said. It was true, you hadn't eaten since lunch and it was killing you slowly, but surely.

When people were starting to get finished eating, they all surrounded Eren and Armin's table. They bombarded them with questions about the Colossal Titan, the Armored Titan and all of the other Titans. Eren looked calm and he answered everyone's answer, a bit reluctantly at first. You sat on the table next to him, just listening quietly. It bothered you a bit how inconsiderate the others were. You knew why they were wondering, they wanted to know what the Titans did, so they would know what to do if they ever met eye to eye with one.

"Come on, are you retarded?" a boy named Jean Kirschtein asked. The question was directed at Eren who had just said something boisterous. You hadn't heard what he said; you were too busy thinking about the Titans.
"Did you just say you wanted to join the Legion?" the boy named Jean said mockingly. Eren looked at him with an angry look and said, "Yeah, I do."
You recognized Jean from earlier, from when the Chief Instructor walked around asking about names.
"Didn't you say you wanted to join the Military Police and take it easy?" Eren asked. The tension felt heavy all of a sudden. "They're not going to start a fight, are they?" you thought and sighed.
"I'm an honest man," he said with a pleased smile, "you won't find me acting like a hero when I'm actually pissing my pants."
Eren quickly rose from his seat, looking at Jean with a deadly glare.
"You talking to me?"
"Oh, come on. I wasn't really…" Jean said, they were just a few inches away from each other. It looked like the start of a fight. Luckily, the bell that signaled it was bed time rang and interrupted the little 'fight'. Jean smiled,
"All right, sorry about that." He said and reached out his hand to Eren who looked irritated, though, he did shake Jean's hand with a determined look.
"That could have gone bad," Mina whispered to you.
"Well, at least they're mature enough to realize fighting won't help them survive," you whispered back. Honestly, you did wish for something to happen. It was awfully boring not doing anything except from the basic combat training. You said good night to Connie and Marco and walked out with Mina to the girls' dorm. Outside, Sasha, the potato girl, had finally finished her laps. She was lying on the ground heaving for air. A blonde girl, whose name was, if you remembered it correctly, was Christa Renz. She had bread in her arms and offered it to the exhausted Sasha who gladly accepted it. Sasha continued to wail and hug the blonde blue-eyed girl while asking if she was God.

"She sure is energetic, though," Mina said with a smile.
"True, but I'm not sure if she belongs here. She doesn't seem like the Military type, if you get what I mean," you said and opened the door for Mina. She nodded,
"Yeah, but do any of us seem like the Military type?" she shrugged and fell down on her bed with a content sigh.
"Well, that Mikasa Ackerman sure seems like the Military type," you said as the black-haired girl came to your mind. She was one of the greater soldiers, if not the best. None of you had been tested thoroughly yet, but it seemed like Ackerman was an exceptional soldier, if you believed the instructors.
"Sure, but she's so scary," Mina said. Right after, Mikasa, Christa, Sasha and a girl named Ymir walked in.
"We'll talk more tomorrow," you said and lied down on your own bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. It was an odd thought; you had made it this far and nothing happened. The camp felt like a haven of some sort. All you did was train, eat and sleep. That was it. The training was basic and simple, even when the Instructors stood behind you and shouted until they became blue in the face. Still, somewhere in your stomach you felt unease. It was just too easy.
"Oh, well, we'll see about the 3D-gear training tomorrow," you thought and closed your eyes. Right before you fell asleep; you realized you still needed to change. With a low growl, you rolled out of bed and found your pajamas and put them on. The other girls laughed and talked about the guys. You huffed and went back to your bed; the last thing you heard was the voice of the potato girl asking if anyone had any bread on them.

AN:
Ah~, potato girl, she's awesome. By the way, if anyone has any wishes concerning the "romantic interest" please do tell me about it. Of course, romance isn't really needed, but if anyone want it or not, speak up! I know where I want this story to go, but it would be nice to hear your opinions, too.
Oh, before I forget, when the Lance Corporal/Heichou gets introduced I will write his name like "Rivaille", because it sounds...cool (let's go with that). Anyway, that was it! Thanks for reading!