Chapter 3

Notes: Heyy guys I'm back with chapter 3~ I already have up to chapter 11 written I'm just trying to pace myself on not posting this story all at once. So I can post weekly till up to that point :) hopefully I can keep that up xD. Anyway I really do hope you enjoy this chapter, I love comments a favs. it lets me know that you like the story. If you have any questions PM me here or send an Email demondog136 . Well that is all I have to say enjoy the chapter.

I was pushed through the large oak doors into an even larger study room. There where bookcases for walls throughout the whole room stocked with books to the brim, an old musky smell filled the room. There was a giant desk that sat in the center of room with two leather chairs in front of it. A rather largely built blond man sat at the desk with papers covering every inch of possible space.

"Morning sir!" Petra said making our presence known, "I brought Eren with me!"

"Please Petra, call me Erwin," he said with a smile, "calling me sir makes me feel old."

"S-Sorry E-Erwin." Petra said with a blush, obviously not use to addressing him in such a familiar way.

Erwin chuckled, "Good morning Eren, nice to see you awake this early in the morning. By the way you were slumped in the car last night, I would have thought that you wouldn't have woken up till sometime next week." He said looking at me with these deep blue eyes.

I blushed bright red, "Yeah, I'm also very surprised I'm in the world of the living as well, I'm not much of a morning person." Erwin laughed at what I said.

Petra cleared her throat behind me, pulling my attention back to her, "well Eren, since I showed you here, now I have to leave." I looked at her with the best puppy dog eyes I could manage, using my power of will to get her to stay and not leave. She sighed, "I can't stay Eren, I have to go to my other charges and make my rounds," she ruffled my already unruly brunette hair, "I will be back in some time to check up on you and make sure that you have settled in nicely." She gave me quick hug and turned to Erwin, "Make sure he stays out of trouble, and if I hear that he has been messed with I will remove him from your care."

"My dear Petra, you don't have to worry, we will make sure your Eren isn't harmed while he is in our care." Erwin said with a brilliant smile plastered on his face. "Now go on before you get in trouble, and you are welcome back anytime, remember that." Petra nods at the older man before turning on her heels and heading out of the room.

She has left me. Like everyone else, with a promise that she will be back. She has left me in a room with a strange man that I have no information about. I stared at the door she just left through, my heart pounding in my chest from fright.

"Eren," the older man called to me, "You have nothing to worry about." Yeah like that will ease my fear. "I will explain everything that is going on, why you are here, and how we work. Just please take a breath and take a seat so we can get this going before it gets late in the day." I force my gaze from the door back to the man called Erwin.

I study him, taking in everything about him; he had these deep blue eyes that kind of reminded me of Armin, his hair was also such a bright version of bleach blond that if he set foot outside in the sun it would burn your eyes, and his eyebrows, I swear those things could have their own body with how big they were. He wore a suit that is nicely take care of, hugging his body, showing that he is solidly built. Meaning if I was to run he would have caught me in no time.

I finally took a seat in one of those large leather chairs that sat directly across from him. He smiled at me, holding his hands together he knit his fingers together and propped his elbows on the table. I could tell he was studying me as well.

I mean there isn't much about me; I am an orphan for one, something I really didn't have a choice in, and a story I didn't like to tell. Besides, no one liked to tell their 'sob' story anyways. I am a scrawny kid since a lot of the foster parents found it appropriate to moderate the food intake of us kids. I wear a ratty, black, long sleeved shirt that is a little too big for me, along with pants that don't fit me just right. My brunette hair, as wild as ever, never to be tamed by a brush, and last but not least my eyes. They are something that have always got me in trouble, since they frighten the kids as well as the adults. My eyes are 'uniquely' two different colors. One was a green, yet a teal color, the mirroring image of a soothing yet wildly raging storm. The other eye is a golden brown that often reminds me of a wolf's eyes. Always fighting the world around me, just as they do. I demand people to pick a fight with me. Because of my eyes I always got into fights with people for calling me names when I was younger. Never knowing how to let the names roll over me. As I got older I learned that they would never understand them and that I shouldn't listen to them anymore.

"Let's start on why you are here first." Erwin started, "When the foster agency was looking through your file they noticed that as you got older you frequently needed to be rehomed. The reason for the rehoming was always the same as well. It is always because of fighting. You have been in 5 houses in the last 7 months."

I sighed, this is stuff I already knew. I mean most of those fights weren't even my fault, kids kept on picking on me and my parents wouldn't do anything about it. Like I said, some of these people are in it for the kids, while the others are in it for the money. So of course I took it upon myself to teach those kids a lesson, and it always ended badly for me.

Erwin continued, "because of all those rehomes in such a short period of time, the agency put you in my care to see if you could be rehabilitated." A nice way of putting I am a lost cause. "So that brings us to the second part of this interdiction, this place. St. Rose is a place that I personally opened up for kids that have had a rough time in the system. A way for kids to take a break from the hustle and bustle of rehoming. We are here to help those kids, giving those kids ways to get use to the system or many of the other things that might make it hard for the kids to be placed in a suitable home."

"But that doesn't really explain why I was brought here." I said, confused on how they planned to rehabilitate meas he put it. I mean this place looked for a different type, for those kids that are scared of the system, not someone like me.

"Ahhh that brings us to the last part. The reason for your rehabilitation to be taken here is because we are well prepared for teens in need. We offer the best program and the best facilities, with the highest success rate in the country. We try our best to give kids, which need help, in finding ways to make it through the system, without getting in trouble again." I held myself back from rolling my eyes at him, stupid Capitan America thinks he can help everyone. "Over the next few days we will evaluate what issues we need to work on with you. Then we will decide what plan of action we need to take."

I sat in there for another hour or so as he explained all the things that go on here; breakfast was from 6-7am every morning, found in the dining area near the game room. From 7-11:30am were morning class where we would have privately paid tutors go over the 'much needed' lessons, 11:30-12:15am was lunch, a measly 45 minute free time where we were free to watch TV, play games, and talk to everyone. Then from 1-3:30pm was afternoon classes. During classes we were pulled out to have chats with him or another person named Hanji, basically like a school counselor, I guess, and from that they learn things about us. After classes were over and till dinner, which was from 7-8pm, we had choir programs we had to practice preforming, and that was circulated each day to make sure the work load was even between every course work.

With each passing minute I was in here it sounded like a prison, with all the time management and stuff that went into everything. I mean in any other group home we never had such a strict schedule, always free to do what we want as long as we didn't do anything bad.

"Well, I think that is all I have to explain for today," Erwin finally said, "since this is your first week here, and we have no idea where level you are at education wise, you don't have to worry about classes just yet." With that he dismissed me saying that lunch will be in another 30 minutes and to just hang out in the TV room till then.