[Eren Yeager]

It was a Saturday. And your Saturday was absolutely sucky.

You woke up later than usual, spilt coffee on a group of popular kids from school, your now ex-boyfriend was cheating on you and you caught him with your now ex-best friend, and you also got sand in your shoes at the beach. Nothing could make this day better.

Or so you thought.

It was mid-afternoon, and you, of course, were bawling your eyes out because of him. You were relaxed against your favorite tree in the park, away from people.

You cried silently for about ten minutes, until—

"Hey, Are you alright?" Someone said, taking you by surprise.

It was a boy, with pretty brown hair and aqua green eyes.

"Oh, did I startle you?"

You looked up at the brunette and said "Go away."

"Come on," He said. "What's wrong?"

You pushed some hair behind your ear. "Why would I tell you? I don't even know you."

He chuckled. "You're (f/n), right? I think I've seen you at school before. I'm Eren, Eren Yeager."

Your eyes widened in shock. Eren Yeager..!? The Varsity Lacrosse Team Captain!? You thought to yourself.

Eren was the team captain of the varsity lacrosse team. He wasn't popular-popular, but he was known for his....anger issues. But,  you heard he was a nice boy.

"So, you wanna tell me what happened?" He asked again, sitting right across from you on the freshly-cut green grass.

You went on about your crappy day, from waking up late to getting sand in your shoes, he listened, even though you sobbed every other word.

Eren handed you a hanky.

"Here. Keep it."

You smiled. "Thank you."

"Hey," Eren said. "I'm going to get some froyo with my friends, wanna join?"

You smiled even wider. "Sure!"

Inside, you thought the day turned out better than you thought it would.

[Armin Arlert]

"Ms. (l/n)," Your teacher said in anger as she slapped her hand on your desk with the previous week's test with a big red F on it. "I am very disappointed in you."

You know you should've studied for the test, but due to your strict and usually rude father wanted you to do everything he didn't want to do. If you didn't listen, you would have glass bottles of beer thrown at you.

"Because of your decrease in grades," She continued,"I have assigned you a tutor."

You were shocked. Your (least favorite school subject) teacher, giving you a tutor!? You knew she was cruel, but this was cruel. You thought she would get some skinny geeky freshmen to tutor you. You thought this would not end all too well.

"You can come in now." She said.

The door opened, and in stepped a boy with a bowl-cut blonde hair and bright blue eyes, hidden behind black thick-rim glasses. His outfit was basically what the average nerd would wear. A white dress shirt, a blue sweater with the school symbol on it, jeans, white socks and sneakers. You immediately recognized him as Armin Arlert, the nerd of the senior class.

He looked kinda cute, even though you wanted to remain single until college.

He held everything that was on the test. The homeworks you didn't do, past quizzes you barely got a decent grade on, all because of your dad.

"You will be meeting in the Library every other day for two weeks before the next test." Your teacher said to you and Armin.

You got up to walk to the library with Armin, when the teacher said. "Good luck, Ms. (l/n)."

You were glad someone wanted to help you. But, in all honesty, you wished it was your father who needed more help than you.

You and Armin got to the Library, which was mostly empty (minus the yearbook club) and picked an area to study in.

After 20 minutes, he noticed that you understand everything that was on the test, and knew something else was wrong.

"Hey (f/n)," He said, kindly in a sense for her to stop and take a break. "Is everything alright?"

You were quick to your response. "What do you mean, Armin?"

"I don't wanna sound like a nosey teacher or parent, but is everything alright?" He responded with the simple question you weren't up to answering.

"If you want we can have your parents—"

"No." You interuppted his sentence. You didn't want your dad involved. Especially your dad.

"Does it involve your parents?" He asked.

You sighed and nodded your head. You began to tell the story– your mom died five years ago, and your dad turned extremely cold, and began to start drinking and became abusive.

"I'm so sorry." He said. "If you need anything, come and find me."

"Thank you." You said as you hugged him.

You later took a retake and got a 100.

[Connie Springer]

You looked through the shelves of comics and video games one Friday afternoon, to prepare for your weekend of fun.

Every weekend, to worry away your school troubles, you would get new games and comics to enjoy over the weekend.

You haven't had the picture perfect childhood. Your mom was a drinker, a heavy one for the matter, and your dad was never there after you turned 8. After your 4th grade teacher noticed unusual bruisings, it was reported to child services and you were taken away from your mother. After being put in multiple different foster homes, you started living on your own at age 14. You were smart, so you were able to get along fine with your grades, mostly kept to yourself, and was always found alone wherever you went.

Since you got your homework done pretty fast, you always played video games over the weekend, which was why you were here.

Your fingers tapped each case as you moved your hand through the shelf until—
BAM!

You looked down to see a small shaved headed boy who looked around your height. You had bumped into him by accident.

"Oh my... I'm sorry sir.." You said and held your hand out so you could pull him up.

He looked up at you and grabbed your hand. and you pulled him up.

"I should've been looking were I was going." You apologized."I'm (f/n) (l/n). You?"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Connie, Connie Springer. Nice bumping in to ya." He joked with a chuckle.

You smiled a tiny bit. "Ya I guess... Hey what school do you go to?" You asked.

"[school name]. I'm a senior there."

"I go there too!" You said. "But how come I've never seen you before, and we're in the same grade...?"

"That's because I start on Monday. I just moved here." He said.

"Oh.." You said. "Well, welcome."

"Thanks... Do you by chance know where [favorite video game] is?" He asked.

"I know where it is!" You beamed. "Follow me!"

You showed him where the game was, exchanged numbers and Skype numbers, and went your seperate ways.

You had never been so excited for Monday to come.

Part 2 will have Jean, Marco, and Bertholdt.