Chapter 2

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I woke the next morning by sunlight shining through a window straight into my eyes. I hummed in annoyance rolling over, my thoughts already running amuck. Knowing that I could not simply turn over and go back to sleep I decided to start my day. I grumbled slowly opening my eyes, I was at first freaked out by my new surroundings, and everything was different. The walls that had posters hanging off the walls, under those posters was green painted walls, a desk that had my school books and homework strode across, and clothes that littered around the room. Everything was replaced by plain white walls, a nightstand, a desk, a door that lead most likely to open a closet, and another door that most likely lead to a hall or something, and the room was so fucking clean that it might be possible to eat off the floor, something I wouldn't have tried in my other room.

Through my hazy thoughts I tried to remember what happened, then it came back. Ohh yeah…. I groaned as I recalled everything for the day before, putting me here now stuck in some new place, most likely another fucking foster home. I sighed slipping out of the bed and placed my feet on the cold hardwood floor, looking around my room trying to decide what to do. There was a small digital clock that sat on the small nightstand; the numbers saying it was 9:30 in the morning. I rubbed my face peering through my fingers to see if that was joke, sadly it wasn't. I turned to look at the rest of room finding what I was looking for, my backpack.

Each time I had to move I always had my stuff ready to go, never fully unpacking knowing that I would most likely be moving again in the near future. So I put everything I owned, or what I really needed in the backpack so that way I always had it ready. The rest of my stuff, if that is what you wanted to call it, was sent later on when the foster parents finally got around to it, if they ever got around to it. I gradually spilt its contents on to the bed to take a look at what I had in it this time. I had three pairs of socks riddled with holes, two pair of clean underwear, two long sleeved shirts, two band shirts, and an extra pair of blue jeans. Plus what I already had on that day which was my favorite jacket, a forest green shirt that Mikasa got me while we lived together, black pants, and my white converse which seemed to be missing in action.

I stripped off my clothes from yesterday to be washed for later use, putting on the blue jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. I then went over to the door slowly opening and poking my head out of it. It was a long hall way that wasn't decorated pretty or anything, almost as clean as my room, shining with the lack of dust, there was about a total 5 different rooms down this hall way ending in a dead end one way. The other way took a left turn leading somewhere else, so I took my chance with that way instead of one of the rooms. I walked slowly to the corner being cautious at what might be around the corner, poking my head around it. The hall opened up to a bigger room which seemed to be a game room of some type, it had a TV that was playing something, some type of gaming consoles under it, a billiard table, and a sitting area for teens to hang out. My eyes widen at the sight, this was more than I was use to at a foster home, and I had a gut feeling I knew why. I really hope I was wrong.

I looked over at the couch that was positioned right in front of the TV, to see someone sitting in front of it. They had blond hair and seemed to be enjoying whatever was flashing on the screen. I was never a kid that could sit still long enough to watch TV or play video games I preferred being outside and stuff. I walked slowly over to the kid, I got close enough to see that it was a guy, he looked my age or a tad younger than me, and he was watching the news flashing across the screen. I set my hand on his shoulder, scaring the piss out of him at my sudden appearance.

"AHH!" He screamed falling off the couch, looking up at me, clutching his chest. I held my hands up over my head when he suddenly screamed, showing that I meant no harm.

"D-d-do you normally sneak up on people?" The boy asked still gripping his chest gasping a little bit as if air was hard to come by.

"No, I thought I made some noise when I entered, but you were too engrossed in watching this." I replied easily, studying him even more now that I was face to face with him. The boy had his hair cut in a shape that reminded me of a coconut, he had these stunning blue eyes that were filled with pure instance and intelligence that was hidden, and he also seemed to be shorter than I was.

"God don't do that again please." The boy said his breathing became more regular as he lowered his hand away from his chest. "You almost gave me a heart attack. No one else is up leaving me free to watch whatever I want to." The boy explained. He finally looked up at me and his eyes grew wide in surprise, "you're the new kid here!" He squeaked, "I'm sorry where are my manners? My name is Armin." He said.

I chuckled at Armin as he hurriedly explain who he was, I held out my hand to help him off the floor, "Nice to meet you Armin, I'm Eren." He took my hand and I pulled him off the floor with ease.

"Nice to meet you Eren." He mumbled.

"Ummm can you explain where I am?" I asked scratching behind my head kinda embarrassed on not knowing where I was.

"Ohh that's right you were brought in late last night I heard." Armin eyes brighten, "You are in St. Rose home for kids." He explained. I groaned, I haven't been to a home for kids since my younger years. As if knowing my distressed, "You don't have worry about anything, this is a really good place everyone is really nice and understanding." He said with a smile.

It made me think on how a kid like him ended up in a place like this, I mean a lot of these homes are for kids that have been causing troubles for foster parents, and couldn't be placed in a home. I should know, I have been in plenty. I pushed those memories away knowing that I already had a long day ahead of me. I would have asked him why he was here, but it was an unspoken rule for us kids that have been abandoned that you never ask. So instead, "How many kids are here then?" Seeing that there were some rooms down that hall, but there might have been more than I could see.

"Well including you," he started counting on his fingers, scrunching his nose up in concentration, "10 I believe. You weren't the only that showed up yesterday, so that added to our numbers." I nodded kinda of shocked by the numbers, there weren't as many kids here as I thought there were.

"Right now we all have our own rooms, but that might change if any more kids show up, ya know." He said with a laugh. I snorted knowing exactly what he meant, everyone always hoped for their own rooms, and didn't give them up easily.

"What are their names here?" I asked.

"Well there is me, you, Connie, Reiner, Bertolt, and Levi for the guys. Then the girls Annie and Sasha. Plus the other two that showed up yesterday as well, that I haven't gotten a chance to meet." He said holding a finger out each time he listed a kid off.

I nodded making a mental note of their names, so I would kinda know who people were.

"Eren," a sweet voice called to me, I turned and found Petra walking around from another hall that I hadn't noticed earlier, "It's good to see you awake, especially this early in the morning. I would have thought that you would still be dead to the world. Armin nice to see you again as well," she greeted him as well.

I smiled at her, "Good morning Petra nice to see you too." I said sarcastically, even though everything she just said was true.

"Good morning Petra," he said with a mumble looking down at the floor scuffing his feet around.

"Well since you are up, would you come with me before I have to leave? I need you to meet the owner of this place so he could explain what is going on." She said with a small smile on her face, "Armin, till next time." She turned and walked down the hall way she just came out of, and I, right on her heels, ready for some answers.

We stopped right outside a large wooden oak door, "Alright Eren I want you to be on your best behavior at the moment. Erwin is nice and all, but can be very intimidating at times, nothing you have to worry about though," she said with a chuckle and pushed the door open.