Attack High School
Eren's POV:
I sigh as I take my seat in registration. Who knew that two weeks of Christmas break could be so stressful and hectic? After all, I did do a lot of work - more work than I usually do, that's for sure! - because we were inviting the whole of my mum's side of the family round for Christmas. Man, did that cause me a headache! Kids screaming and rushing everywhere, ladies and men in the living room talking about pointless crap and not to mention the fact that my house was practically bombarded. After each and every day, there was always a mess and I was always the one cleaning it up! I didn't get any peace and quiet at all! I guess I'm thankful to be back in school where the same stuff happens everyday and nothing changes.
"Hey, Erenetta."I hear a masculine but somewhat feminine voice say. I turn around and see Armin Arlert behind me, smirking. I roll my eyes. Don't get me wrong, Armin has been my friend ever since we were young but that nickname he calls me by is really annoying and I hate it.
"Armin! Stop calling me that!" I whine, which makes Armin laugh.
"Whatever you say, Erenetta." He chuckles, taking his seat next to me. I ignore him and gaze out the window. I zone out for a while, before a deafening, ear-busting and booming voice brings me back to reality, causing me to jump. I turn away from the window and face the source of the voice - Principal Erwin Smith. Why is he here?
"Good morning, Class A. I hope you all had a good Christmas and New Year and I also hope that this term will bring new successes for all of you," I look around and see everyone's eyes fixed on him. "Anyway, I am here to introduce to you Mikasa Ackerman, who will be joining your class as of today," He turns to the door and signals for this 'Mikasa Ackerman' to come in. I slowly turn my head to the door and find a girl standing there, looking extremely nervous.
I've never seen a girl so beautiful. She has glimmering silver eyes which, at the moment are filled with anxiety, short, straight midnight black hair and skin paler than milk - literally. She, for one, actually looks good in our school uniform, which, for girls, consists of a white blouse, a crimson red tie, a black blazer with the school logo on it, a navy skirt, black knee length socks and black school shoes.
She walks into the classroom and stands next to our teacher, Ms Zoë. She looks down at the floor, not making eye contact with a single person.
"Welcome, Mikasa!" Ms Zoë trills. "What a pleasure it is to have you as an addition to Class A! Now could you go and sit in that empty seat right over there?" Ms Zoë points to the only empty seat in the class which is... opposite me! Oh, great! I have no idea how to talk to a new person and I'll probably make an idiot of myself and she'll probably hate me! God, Eren! Stop over-thinking! You don't even know the girl yet! You've fallen for her looks, not her personality! I watch as she pulls the chair out from under the table and sits down. My palms grow sweaty. I'm so going to look like an idiot!
"H-hi! I'm E-Eren." I stutter, trying to hide my apprehension and slow my heart beat. I shakily extend my hand. She holds it and shakes it slightly.
"Mikasa." she says, smiling.
Her smile is probably the most breath-taking feature about her! It's so... angelic but it seems so unreal like it's hiding something, I shake it off.
Man, now I don't even know how to describe her! She lets go of my hand. I attempt to start a conversation.
"H-how are you?" I ask, saying the first thing that pops into my head. How are you?! How are you?! Can't you do any better?! I cringe at my inability to even keep my breath steady around her.
"I'm good... I guess. How about you?" she replies, timidly.
Her voice... it's so sweet and soft! Will the list of good features about her ever stop growing?
"Me? Y-yeah! I-I'm fine!" I say, quickly. I decide not to talk anymore. I'll just end up embarrassing myself. An awkward silence begins to grow when suddenly...
Brrring!
Yes! Saved by the bell! I quickly gather up my stuff and begin to saunter out of the class when I'm stopped by Ms Zoë's stern tone.
"Eren! Come back here!" I quickly turn around and walk towards Ms Zoë.
"Y-yes?" I say, wiping my hands down my trouser legs. Mikasa is standing right in front of me.
"Aren't you going to show Mikasa to her classes?" she asks.
"O-oh! Yeah! Sorry..." I say, scratching the back of my neck. "Come on... Mikasa!" I say, trying to sound enthusiastic. Butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach as she follows me out of class. I've never had an interest in love so what made me fall for Mikasa? I hardly know her and I already love her.
I pull my timetable out of my pocket and scan it. Our first period is Science. I hate the kind of work we're doing in Science right now! We're cutting open dead animals and looking at their internal organs. It makes me feel sick! I mean, it's not cruel or anything considering they're dead, but it's vile because I don't fancy taking a look inside a animal and studying their hearts, lungs, livers and different systems. I also might have the slightest fear of blood.

"Okay, class, settle down!" Mr Miché says, slamming a textbook on the table. "Thank you, Miss Braus! We don't need your constant chatter. Now, as everyone can see, I have placed a dead animal in front of each of you. Your task today is to cut it open and observe the heart. You must draw me a diagram and then write what it looks like. I expect the diagram to look almost identical to the actual heart. Every piece of detail," he explains. The class responds with a bunch of sounds that resemble vomiting. I too, feel sick to my stomach.
"Sir, is this really what we're expected to do?!" a voice yells from the back.
"No arguments! Just follow my instructions! I expect all of this to be done by the end of the double lesson," Mr Miché concludes. He leaves us alone to do our 'work' in peace. Hah! More like mutilation!
I try to stop myself from throwing up by taking deep breaths. I take a quick glance over at Mikasa who is perfectly absorbed in her work, despite the fact that it's so disgusting. I watch her. I wish I could stay as calm as she is. I pick up the small knife, my fingers shaking and lower it so I can cut through the frog's skin. I cringe. I really, really don't want to do this...
I manage to cut down vertically on the dead frog's front side. I don't stop to think about what exactly I'm doing, causing me to cut too deep and cut open its heart. I gag as I examine the inside of its body. Is it even possible to be so dense?! All I had to do was cut a dead frog open and I can't even do that! I groan inwardly at myself and raise my hand.
"Yes, Mr Jeager?" Mr Dorset asks. I hate it when he calls us by our surnames!
"Can I have another frog, please? I kind of had a little... accident with mine," I say. He stands up and walks over to me. I gulp. Is he going to be mad?
"I see," he says, observing what I've done. "Well, unfortunately, there are no other animals for you to use, so you're going to have to partner up. How about... Mikasa?" That's it I'm out world, why her he could have chosen Armin or Connie but he chose her. The butterflies begin to flutter around inside me all over again.
"M-Mikasa, sir?" I ask, nervously. Mr Muché nods and takes a whiff of the dead frog I re-murdered.
I walk over to Mikasa.
"H-hi...!" I say, trying to hide my uneasiness. Mikasa whips her head around and sees me. She gives me a half smile.
"Hey," she says, before lowering her head and continuing her work.
"I - uh - have to... w-work with you... I-I kind of failed..." I explain.
"Oh, okay. Well, I've already done the work so I'm just observing the other organs," she says. My eyes pop out of their sockets. She must be really smart!
"C-can I quickly do the assigned work?" I ask.
"Sure," she replies, stepping away from her desk. I stand where she once stood and start observing the heart.
As I take in every detail, I can't help but glace over at her book. Wow! She has such nice hand writing and absolutely amazing drawing skills!I try to copy her drawing but I fail terribly. My lines are no where near as good as her's and the detail that I tried to include is in the wrong places. I sigh. Why is she so perfect?

"Dude! That was the worst Science lesson in the history of Science lessons!" Jean exclaims as we sit at a table in the canteen. "I couldn't even draw the heart! It was like 'line here, line here, oops, no, that line's too wonky'. Why does Mr Miché expect fantastic drawing? It's Science, not Art!"
"Yeah, I know! I cut too deep and ended up cutting open the heart!" I say. "So I had to go and work with Mikasa, who finished the work after about twenty minutes of the lesson! And her heart diagram was so detailed, it looked like the real thing! I mean, it practically looked like she taken a photo and -" I'm cut off by the sight of Mikasa alone at a table, earphones in her her ears and eyes fixed on the grey clouds outside. "Wait a sec," I say as I walk over to Mikasa. She glances over at then slowly turns her head towards me. She takes out an earphone.
"Hi," she says.
"Hey," I smile. Come on, Eren! Ask her to join you and your friends! "W-would you l-like to join me a-and my friends?" I ask.
"Um... okay," she picks her bag and follows me to the table. A few of my other friends have arrived. Some of them female, so it shouldn't be so awkward for her.
"Hey, guys!" I say, cheerfully, taking my seat next to Armin. Mikasa walks over to a spare seat between Armin and Sasha.
"Can I sit here?" she asks, shyly, which isn't a surprise. Every time I've talked to her, there's been a hint of shyness in her tone that she can't hide.
"Go ahead," Sasha smiles. Mikasa cautiously takes the seat, as if someone will eat her up if she isn't careful.
"Calm down, Mikasa! Nothing's going to hurt you!" Armin laughs, playfully.
"Dude, she's new! Of course she's nervous!" Connie says, throwing a grape at his head.
"Hey! Quit throwing grapes!" Armin exclaims.
"Guys, stop harassing her and let her make friends with some of the girls so she gets comfortable," I scold. Mikasa smiles at me as if to say 'thank you'. I smile back.
"I'm Sasha. Sasha Braus!" Sasha says.
"Mikasa,"
"I'm Petra, Eren's sister. Petra Jaeger" My annoying sister says ruffling my hair.
I swat her hand away.
"So, how old are you, Mikasa?" Sasha asks.
"15... you?"
"16. Geez! You're young! When's your birthday?"
"February 10th,"
"Wow! You're like the youngest in the whole of Sophomore year!!" Sasha says, eyes wide. "Can I have your number?"
"Sure," Mikasa says, opening her pencil case and taking a pink sticky note out. She quickly writes down her number and hands it to Sasha.
"Thanks!" Sasha says, smiling. The bell rings, indicating the end of break.
The rest of the school day drags on, with me giving Mikasa occasional glances and her and Sasha making small talk.
Attack High School
Petra's POV:
I slump down in a seat at the back of the bus, my bag on the seat next to me, my blazer resting on top of it. I turn to the window and watch as the other pupils line up in a disorderly queue, waiting to board the school bus. I'm lucky I got here early. I roll my eyes as Annie, the most popular girls- at school exits through the school gates. Everyone immediately moves to let her on first.
I don't get it. Just because she's popular, people treat her like a goddess, but in reality, she's not really that special. Just everything you'd expect a popular girl to be: pretty, skinny, mean and in my opinion, thick. She spends way too much time talking about boys and fixing her appearance that she never does her homework and doesn't pay attention in class. It annoys me because the teacher always has to make sure she understands what we're doing. How did she make it in to the top set for everything? Bribery probably.
Just as I'm about to turn away from the window, something catches my eye; Mikasa walking home all on her own. I feel pitiful for her. It must be hard starting a new school and having no real friends. I can't imagine how she can bear being so... lonely.
"Can I sit here?" a voice that has got to be Eren, my little brother, asks.
"Sure," I say, my eyes still fixed on Mikasa. It suddenly occurs to me that I have to move my stuff so Eren can sit. "Sorry!" I quickly scoop my stuff off of the seat and hold it close to me.
"Don't worry about it," Eren grins.
"What's so funny?" I ask, cocking a brow.
"Ah, nothing, just the fact that you were staring out of the window waiting for Levi to walk past!" Eren says, trying to stifle a giggle. I blush and smack him lightly around the head.
"I was not!" I snap. "For your information, my attention was on how lonely Mikasa looked when she came out!" Eren leans over to look out of the window.
"I don't see her," he says, pressing his face against the glass. I let out a sigh of exasperation.
"I think she has better things to do with her time than stick around a school she barely knows for no reason." I say, trying not to lose my patience with his stupidity. He sits back on his seat and sighs as the bus engine turns on. I feel a vibration underneath me as the bus slowly starts to move away from the school.
"Petra, how do you know if you're in love?" Eren asks, suddenly. I turn to him.
"Love? I thought you weren't interested in romance." I say.
"I'm not!" Eren protests, his cheeks a light shade of pink. "I-it's just that my friend is confused about his feelings for this girl," I nod, still not entirely convinced that his friend is the one that's confused.
"Well, let's see. I guess it's when you get this fluttery feeling around them, a bit like butterflies in your stomach, you stutter a lot and don't know how to talk to them," I say.
"Thanks,"
"No problem," I smile. "So, did you do that English essay that you are supposed to hand in tomorrow?" Eren nods.
"I left my last maths one until the last minute, but I completed it. Man, I'm still tired from staying up until three last night," I open my mouth to reply when suddenly, Annie pauses next to our seat.
"Hey, Eren!" she squeals. I roll my eyes. She's always had this thing for Eren, ever since the start of Freshman year. I'm not sure what Eren thinks but I find it really pathetic since he's told her that he's not interested. Eren isn't the type to be mean though. Usually.
"Uh, hey, Annie!" Eren says, trying to sound as enthusiastic as she does. She takes a seat on the other side of the bus with just the aisle separating her from Eren.
Now, don't get me wrong, Annie would be an amazing person if she toned the obsession with boys down, brought her grades up a little and didn't start screaming at anyone who tried being friends with Eren.
I decide not to listen in on their conversation anymore and look out the window. Then, he exits through the gates. My heart beat speeds up and the thumping in my chest is louder than an Annie when she's in a bad mood.
Levi. In my eyes, he's probably the most handsome person ever to exist. In other people's eyes, not so. I mean, his cynical silver glass glazed eyes and hair the colour of coal is so attractive. Sadly, he doesn't really talk to anyone, so unless I can get him to actually talk to me, I have no chance with him whatsoever. The problem is, that the first time I tried to talk to him, all I could do was stutter and laugh nervously. I made such a fool of myself that I've never talked to him again.
I watch the scenery zoom past as the bus picks up speed, half listening to Eren's conversation with Annie. I hear her say something about a party at her place this Saturday. Eren, however, doesn't get the hint that she's trying to invite him without actually saying that she wants to be there. He just replies vaguely. I manage to stifle a giggle. Annie needs to realise how dense Eren is, stop dropping hints and just get to the point.
"Oh, it's my stop! See you tomorrow, Annie and you Petra!" Eren says, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking off.
Me and Eren are siblings but I'm not a sophomore and he is. I spend my nights at my friends apartment. Oluo, Gunter, Eld and the student homeroom teacher, Hanji Zoë who is filling in for Mr Doc.
"Yeah, see you," I say.
"Bye, Eren!" Annie smiles and then sits next to me.
"Um, hello?" I say, confused. Why is she sitting with me when she hates my guts?
"Petra, I know we haven't been on friendly terms ever since the start of my Freshman year, but right now, I need your help," Annie explains. Why are people suddenly coming to me for advice?
"Well, what's your problem?" I say, getting to the point.
"I love Eren and I really want to tell him, but I don't know how,"
"Well, start off the conversation casually, you know, with a 'hi, how are you?' and then, start dropping hints, then, just as you guys get a good conversation going, drop the bomb," I know, it's really bad advice but I tried my hardest. It's not like I'm an expert on love or anything.
"Can you tell me what kind of stuff Eren likes?"
Sasha moves towards us and shakes her head at me.
"Um, he's into basketball and video games - typical guy stuff," I pause. Even though he's my brother, I'm finding it extremely hard to describe what he likes.
Sasha shakes again.
"Oh, yeah! He loves anime! Anime is basically what his life revolves around. I guess that's why we're best friends! We both have that factor in common!" Annie nods, as if she's taking notes.
"Thanks, Petra! You're the best! Maybe I should confess tomorrow at lunch time!!"
"Bad idea," I say. "He'll be so involved with his food that he won't even pay attention to what your saying. I'd suggest after he eats. Well, see you!" I stand up and stride off the bus, leaving Annie sitting there with a grin on her face. I wonder how her confession will go. I mean, Eren couldn't be into Annie... could he? I know him well enough to know that he's never been too keen on the popular girls, even though he is pretty popular. I thought he'd like someone like Christa, who he knew before high school. Or he could like Mikasa... I mean, isn't it a coincidence that the day Mikasa starts, he comes to me for advice on girls?

"I'm home!" I yell, running up the stairs. I throw my bag and blazer on to the bed and flop down next to them. I'm not sure if I should confront Eren about my suspicions or should I wait for him to admit it? It's so obvious, yet so... easy to be wrong.
"Petra! Come down!" Oluo, kinda like that evil, stupid, little brother, hollers up the stairs. I sigh and obediently make my way down.
"Yes?" I say when I get to the bottom of the staircase.
"It's tea time!" Oluo exclaims, running into the dining room. I follow him.
All throughout my meal, I think about how Eren must be feeling, whether or not to confront Eren and if I should tell him about Annie...

How was that? I hope I got the American terms right 😹 If ya can't tell I'm not American. I'm British. This story is based on real life incidents with me some moments in this are not really occurring like I never met the Eren group just the Annie group. What Mikasa feels I felt. Anyway I hope you enjoy! This is chapter 1!
Au revour kittens,
Kat 😽