After my useless visit with my best friend Annie, I didn't come back there again. I couldn't stand Annie and her maid, Martha bickering every time I try to say something. They wouldn't listen to everything I try to say no matter how hard I tried to catch their attention. Its just so frustrating. 

And then, everything was getting...

Dark. Just dark. 

I sneaked out of my room every Friday night to drive my scooter to go to any place that has any forms of gambling. I've been playing lots and lots of poker, Texas Hold 'Em, and Roulette. So far, I didn't lose any of those matches. Maybe because I swore to myself to always win. Because if I don't win, something very unpleasant might happen. 

I got in every casino with a fake ID. I said I was an engineer. It was like I was defaming my future self because I know that deep down in my heart, I wouldn't be an engineer.

Of course, all my gambling is underage and downright illegal. I could go to jail for this. Or maybe not, since I'm still underage. I don't know. 

I tried my best to stop my gambling. I tried doing other things over the weekend like knitting, crocheting, painting but all those other things didn't strike my heart the way it did with gambling. When I gamble, I feel so alive. I could hear every beat from my heart. I could see every thought from my brain. I could feel every drop of blood that run through my bloodstream. Gambling made me feel so alive.

Anyways, I've spent all my classes staring at the blackboard thinking all strategies I could make and pull off in every gamble I am going to play. I didn't listen to the teacher anymore. I didn't care what he or she was discussing about, all I cared were all about winning my gambling matches and how I win them. My grades drastically dropped. From top one, I've dropped to the lowest rank. 

My eyes went wide like two Jupiters across each other as I stared at the bulletin board in which the rankings are posted for the students to see. My hands started to shake and I tucked them in my skirt pockets to hide my fear. I could hear whispers in every corner, telling me how dumb and stupid I am. How I am such a waste of time and how I was such a shame to...pretty much everyone who knew me. 

"Mikasa," Annie spoke behind me, patting my shoulder. "What happened to you?"

"I-I," I stuttered, "I dropped to the lowest rank? I dropped to the lowest rank."

I think my voice was too loud, people stopped their chattering.

A smile started to spread across my face.

"I dropped to the lowest rank! I DROPPED TO THE LOWEST RANK!!!" I roared and jumped with my arms in the sky.

And everyone was shocked.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" Someone whispered. 

Another replied, "Was that really her goal in the first place?"

A voice snorted, "Funny how an Asian girl fails. Asians never fail. She's an Asian disgrace."

Okay, all those remarks didn't insult me except the last one.

So racist.

"Hey, excuse me?" I slurred, even if I wasn't drunk, "Some Asian kids out there, they could be living in Asia or any other continent are suffering on how to get past their algebra exam. Just because we are Asians, we get high grades every time. That's not true, that's stereotyping."

I took a step forward, making some of them inch back. Some of them actually tripped. I giggled, feeling the power I'm wielding as of the moment. I love it so much when people tremble before me. Yeah, be scared, boys. I'm Frolo and I'm your worst nightmare! (That was a bad joke...)

"You see," I said, playing with a strand of my hair, "Me failing my grades is the start of breaking your stupid and nonsensical Asian stereotypes. I shall destroy you and your stupid stereotypes!"

Most of them were actually very afraid. I like this. 

Maybe I was glaring at them as if I'd murder them on the spot.

Behind me, I heard Annie smacking her forehead.

"Seriously?" She muttered, "You failed your grades just to break one of the Asian stereotypes?"

I turned to her and beamed, "Of course!"

I was supposed to be scared but some one racist comment blazed a fire in my heart. Funny how your enemies can give you strength. 

Eren rushed to me, excusing himself from the people he accidentally bumped. His emerald eyes were full of disbelief and disappointment. Armin, Sasha, Connie, and Marco followed behind him. They all looked like Eren too, not amused of what I did. Well, except Connie and Sasha. They were beaming their asses off as if I just saved the entire universe from Thanos. 

"Mikasa!" Eren hissed, "What were you thinking?"

"I-I..." I stuttered, not knowing what to say. 

Why did I do that in the first place?

"Mikasa," Armin spoke, "Why?"

His blue eyes didn't look angry. It seemed like he pitied me instead. 

His voice echoed in brain. Why? 

After that I didn't speak. I just stood there in the ashes of my victory. The teachers walked towards my direction with very stern looks etched deeply on their faces. I'm so screwed. This is the end of me.

Ms. Rico Brzenska stared down at (even though I was taller than her. I don't know how she did that.) me with her intense gray eyes. 

"Ms. Ackerman." She spoke with such iciness. "Principal's office."

Okay, I was anticipating this. 

Behind her were some teachers. They looked so disappointed of me because I was one of their top students. They've sent me to a bunch of inter-school competitions so compete for the school and I always won. I was always first place. The school was always in first place because of me. Sports, board games, quizzes. Name it and I'm always there. They always thought I was a genius who wouldn't get sick of what they're feeding me. Now, they're just staring at me as if its unbelievable that their pride, me, is slowly being reduced to a pile of trash. 

I'm not their pride. I've realized that a long time ago. I'm their mercenary. They let me fight their battles and give me high grades in return. 

All of it didn't matter to me. I just don't care about it now. All I care is that my family will whoop my ass for being beyond stupid. I don't like my butt getting spanked. I don't want to be lectured about all my wrongdoings over and over, like a loop.

Ms. Brzenska turned around and walked briskly. I jogged a bit after her. I felt the stares of everyone glued to my back. I guess this is game over for me in school. 

It's just school.

I followed Ms. Rico through the well-lighted hallways which looked blank and distant to me. The other teachers didn't follow us, which was good.

Her silver hair swayed as her heels tapped against the floor. Her steps echoed around the hallway. She stopped to open the door of the faculty room. The principal's office was at the farthest side of the faculty room. It's a separate room though but you have to pass the faculty room to get to the office.

I kept on walking, seeing familiar faces. I saw Ms. Petra, looking up from her desk and smiling to me. Maybe she didn't know about it. It would be better if she didn't know but this school is too small, too narrow. Every little chat can be heard by everyone. I smiled back at her(She was the teacher that I liked...so why would I not smile?).

I saw Hange, leaning closer to her desk to take a good look at me. I swear, she's gawking at me. Maybe she didn't notice me as a student here. I noticed her in the halls before, chatting to some students with a carefree aura but I don't know what's with the students because they were all horrified. Maybe she said a threat. I don't know, only those students know.

As we neared the door of the principal's office, I could feel my heart beating twice as fast as it regularly would. When Ms. Brzenska reached for the door knob, my feet felt cold and my hands froze inside my pockets. As the knob turned, I could feel my stomach being crumpled by a nonexistent hand. The door creaked open and my spirit has fled.

Just kidding. I'm still alive. I'm just very nervous.

"Inside you go." Ms. Brzenska whispered.

I nodded and went inside and she followed shortly.

Principal Zackly was sitting on his office chair, tapping his fingers against the surface of his desk. 

"Ms. Mikasa Ackerman." He said slowly, as if to stress every syllable. "You're expelled."

Okay, I know this chapter is pretty boring. I'm bored of it myself. My writer's block is getting me. Grrr. Anyway, thanks for reading!