Eren's Point of View: -otaku-trash-
Eyes fixated on the blonde in front of me, I listened to his words that fled his lips in hopes of grasping some understanding on the subject.
I found myself humming along to a tune, though it wasn't one I could recall the name of. Sighing, I threw my pen onto my paper with annoyance — Armin looked puzzled, his shimmering blue orbs rolled once he saw the amount of work I had attempted to complete.
He was brainy, which made someone like me — usually labeled as the 'under achiever' — look even worse near his presence. Despite his intelligence, he was a good kid and a good friend too.
He wasn't one to continuously beg for attention, however he liked to be aware the last people noticed his existence.
"Jaeger; what little work have you produced this time?" The teacher asked, removing her thin glasses to give me a superior glance.
Her fingers traveled down to her wrinkly chin, which made me cringe ever-so-slightly cringe in silence.
"Half a page?" I spoke, perhaps questioning myself.
The words fluttered on my page, in my mind there was more work however in reality there were legitimately a few decent lines. Those of which were achieved by the help of the brain box, Armin.
"You'd better get your act right, or else you'll be failing this subject." I nodded my head lazily, not particularly giving a fuck. To be frank, I was laid back and I had far better things to be doing instead of things like...well, this.
"Eren, wouldn't it be handy if you get yourself a tutor?" Armin suggested, causing me to roll my eyes and bite the skin around my nails.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, I grabbed a small piece of paper from my pocket and began to doodle with eyes and hair; art was on thing I was decent at. Plus, I could practically recite my favourite songs because I listened to them on repeat all the time.
Music and art. Two simple words that can twist into things that are rather complicated indeed.
My thoughts enveloped me, and I tapped my fingers against the naked surface of the wood. I discreetly placed my earphones into one of my ears, covering it with my hand as my music blasted through the mini speakers.
Without me paying much attention, a student walked through the door of our classroom with a yellow slip crushed between their fingers.
Exhaling deeply, I put my attention back onto my work and reread the dancing words that kissed the page of my book.
There was a small ball of paper upon my desk, which seemed rather persuading to flick at someone. Squinting my eyes, I found a target — a rather sweet guy, his name was Marco — and flicked the paper with a reasonable force towards the unsuspecting male.
He turned his head around with confusion; offering me a smile when he turned back around, in which h began conversing with Jean whom was positioned beside him.
Chuckling to myself, I heard my name snap into my ears which caused me to yelp.
"Eren! See me after class!" I grunted, ripping my earphones from my ears and shoving them back into my pockets. Ugh. Now I had to waste more time with useless activities; how wonderful.
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Dear Diary
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Not everyone's life is as easy as it seems; some being able to hide it more easier then others. When a diary is found abandoned on the schools ground, Levi can't help himself but to take a sneak-peek. Though what he finds is something h...
