I loved my first night back at camp, I never thought that I could have so much fun taking selfies and toasting marshmallow after marshmallow over the campfire. The morning came along much faster than we had expected, our first day flew by! Faster than the speed of light!

Having arrived in the canteen, Eren waves his arms, not only has he got us a table, it seems our breakfasts are waiting for us too.

"C'mon, if we don't hurry up then one of the councillors might think our food is leftovers." Connie encourages, tugging on my arm, today everybody seems to be dressed in comfy clothes, ready to do whatever we choose, but probably something at the lake.

Connie and I join our friends at the breakfast table, grabbing our knives and forks and grinning.

"Thank you for the food!"

"You two, I swear." Mikasa rolls her eyes, adjusting her scarf.

"We're sorry." I declare through mouthfuls of scrambled eggs.

"Can't talk. Eating."

"You two are a match made in heaven." Eren sighs, having a sip of water. A dark aura almost seems to appear before Armin and he smirks, tipping the glass higher in Eren's hand, making it splash on his face and drip on his clothes.

"Stupid hipster." Armin says evilly.

"Nice one." Mikasa giggles.

Connie's almost devoured all of his breakfast! He only has his glass of orange juice and half of a pancake left, while I'm still scraping the traces of the eggs off my plate, avoiding the Camp Kyojin delicacy of the Kitchen Staff's lemon and lime sugar pancakes. Those precious pieces of food are to be savoured – once the newbies get a taste of those pancakes, they'll be flying out of the buffet faster than we can even say "oh shit, not again".

"We need to," Connie wipes his mouth with a tissue, "work out who makes these things!"

"Absolutely." Eren agrees as I pick up the first of the pancakes and taking a huge bite of it. The rich crisp taste of the fried pancakes explodes in my mouth, setting my taste buds into a frenzy, the sugar and lemon is so sweet and comforting with ideal proportions! These taste as incredible as usual!

"You're salivating Sash'." Eren says.

"Soon she'll start serenading it again!" Armin scoffs.

"Eren." My eyes flicker from him to Armin, the daft blond is wearing another hat again. Is that a trilby? Eren shoves the hat down over his eyes.

"Hurry up, time for inductions!" The head disciplinary councillor, Keith Shadis shouts from the doorway. "Take your food and file out."

"Shite!" I gasp, stuffing the two crispy delights into my mouth, grease dripping on my chin as I try and keep the food in my mouth, two huge pancakes gluing my mouth shut. How am I to eat it all before telling the group who I am?

Connie notices my plight and has the group of us sit closer to the middle of the circle, meaning I will have some time to finish eating the pancakes.

"Okay blondie, who are you?" Shadis asks staring at Thomas Wagner.

"Thomas Wagner, sir. I cannot speak for myself."

"Next."

"Mina Carolina, sir. I can't go my own way."

"Krista Lenz, sir. I care too much." Krista hangs her head.

"Ymir. I keep to myself." The brunette who handled by phone of the bus speaks up next.

"Nack, sir. I'm paranoid."

Come on Sasha, just keep chewing.

"What's your name Arayan coconut?" Shadis asks Armin.

"Armin, sir."

"And your problem is?" he queries.

"I have no self-confidence, sir!" Armin declares, eyes tightly shut.

"You?" he councillor moves on to Mikasa.

"Mikasa, sir. I am overprotective."

"Eren Yeager, sir! I have issues with anger!"

You're done with the pancakes, you're okay, you're okay, you can speak without spraying or dying.

"Sasha, sir! I love food too much!" My face goes red as a hiccup escapes my lips.

"Fatso." Someone sneers as I hangs my head.

"That's cruel! Leave Sasha alone!" My eyes widen as I turn my head. He did not just...

"Yeah, she's a freaking twig!" Why are they defending the fat girl? Mina's not lying, I'm still fat.

"SPRINGER! YEAGER! Shut up." Shadis commands. Connie gulps and shoots me a pained look. "Back to the order."

My best friend flinches under the fierce glare of the head disciplinary councillor.

"Now you." Shadis looks at Connie.

"Yes, I am Kira, I mean...Connie."

"Springer!" Shadis' voice raises as he glares at my friend.

"Connie Springer, sir! I'm too immature!" He jumps, body stiff.

"Annie. I don't show emotion."

"Bertholdt, sir. I cannot speak for myself."

"Reiner, sir. I am too helpful."

"Hannes, sir. I have no strength." An older blond guy says.

"Riko, sir...people say I'm sexist. I say I'm aware of the way this world works." A white haired bespectacled woman rolls her eyes. Riko, she is the one who Marco said he had roomed with last year.

"Ilse Lagnar, I don't give up even when I should."

"Looks like Ackerman's little cult is next." Connie whispers. Or at least it seems that he's trying to whisper.

"Farlan Church, I'm too loyal."

"Isabelle, Sir, I am too eager to please."

"Levi, I don't take well to authority."

"Tch, that's an understatement." Riko rolls her eyes.

"Who asked you four eyes!" Isabelle snaps.

"Isabelle, calm down." Levi's smoky voice sooths the firey redhead.

"Hange, sir." The boy with shaggy brown hair, sat next to Levi speaks up. His hair is a rich brown, like a tempered dark chocolate. "I like to experiment."

"Zoe, sir." a girl who is practically a carbon copy of the boy beside her speaks up. "I'm said to be a bit psychotic."

"Tch, that's an understatement." Riko rolls her eyes.

"Shut UP four eyes!" Isabelle makes a fist.

"Calm down!" Levi chides.

"But!"

"No, Isabelle, it's not a big enough deal for you to get mad about."

"Just calm down Isabelle."

"Hannah, sir! I'm too stubborn." A redheaded girl says.

"Franz, sir. I am too selfless." The tan guy beside Hannah says.

"I'm Ian and I am a magnet for danger."

"Tch, that's an understatement." Riko rolls her eyes.

"D-daz, sir. I, I, I... I'm a coward." He hangs his head. Marco puts his hand on Daz's back.

"Marco Bodt, sir. I hate people getting close to me."

I smile sadly at Marco's introduction, he's been unfortunate enough to have to stay away from newbies. I heard the news on Facebook but hoped it was just an insensitive twat who was trying to humour Marco, but actually had to accept it after he called my house and told me over the phone. To hear those words come from Marco's mouth. His voice thick from having cried, who knew how many people he had told before he got around to me, maybe I was the first after his family, but I doubt it.

Poor Marco... I hate that life has had to be so cruel to him, why did he have to draw the short straw? Why did he have to do so well against all the odds and then everything came back at him to such a terrible extent? Why did it have to be terminal? Why does he have to suffer with less than three years of life? Three years of pain?

"Sasha, keep your chin up." Marco says with a bright smile.

"I will." I state, closing my eyes and forcing a small smile in reply. "I will."