A Guest I Guess
Historia isn't smart, at least that's what she thinks. She considered herself average. The average student who just pass all the tests a teacher gives her. Cause that's what students are supposed to do, right? Everyone around her never failed to remind her how smart she was or how incredible she was. She appreciates it but never really sees it for herself.
Fast forward to the first day of senior year, Historia's everyday thing continued. People around her telling her that she's ALL THAT. Even parents wish their child to be like her. Smart, kind, pretty, amazing is what she hears everyday but she chooses to stay humble, she always does. Classes started at exactly 7:00 am. All of her classmates are still obviously tired, including herself. Historia roams her eyes around the classroom and notices someone new. A deep sigh escaped her lips.
"Why is she here? She's supposed to be in class B, with her friends." Historia grunts in annoyance.
"Who?" Sasha asked turning her head where Historia's eyes are focused on. "oh.. Oh!"
Boring class continued while students were yawning out of boredom, Historia just wanted to get out of this class immediately.
"Hello! Are you interested in joining the newspaper club?" A guy with blonde bob asked Sasha.
"Sure, We'd like to join." Sasha exclaimed as she wrote their name down the clipboard the guy was holding.
"Thank you, I'll see you guys later for the meeting." The guy walked out to look for other members.
"I never agreed on joining" Historia grumbled to Sasha.
"C'mon it'll be fun. Besides, Connie is joining too. I saw his name on the list." Historia shrugged. There's nothing she could do.
The classes finished at 2:30 in the afternoon, Historia is tired. She even forgot about the club meeting she was supposed to attend after school. Thanks to Sasha for reminding her about it, as she should. She's the one who forced her into joining this club anyway.
The room was big enough for a few people. Members who are willing to join the newspaper club filled the whole room. Mr. Smith, the adviser of the newspaper club welcomed everyone.
"Well, Welcome to everyone here who attended our meeting. Today we will be electing our club officers and also discuss the upcoming events that you will be a part of. Let's begin our election for our new club officers."
Mr. Smith took a marker from the drawers and told the class to start the nominations for the position of president. Historia heard chants from Reiner and his classmates.
"Ymir for president!" "Ymir" "I nominate Ymir for the position of president."
Historia never paid attention to the election results. She just spaced out, too tired to even give a damn about all of the happenings around her.
"I nominate Historia!"
Historia jumped at the sudden mention of her name. She looked behind and saw Connie snickering.
"What the fuck? Are you insane?"
"Those who are in favor of Eren Yeager raise your hands"
"Those who are in favor of Historia Reiss raise your hands"
'not me not me not me not me' is what repeated in Historia's mind.
The sound of the grinding chalk against the board made Historia nervous. "Secretary: Historia Reiss"
"Fuck you Connie," she whispered to the man behind her. She's fucked. She knew how much work a secretary is assigned to during events. And she knew how it would affect her studies. Sure she's an average student, but that doesn't mean she should have failing grades. Joining a club is supposed to give her extra credit, not fail her.
"I hate you Connie!" She, Sasha, and Connie are walking to their apartment. Connie stifled a laugh at the sudden outburst of Historia.
"C'mon, it's not that bad." Historia's tired to even start an argument with him. What's done is done. She just needs to handle this, properly.
"Oh I forgot to tell you guys. The landlord said there's another student that will occupy the other room in our apartment." Sasha chimed in.
"She better be good, I didn't like the roommate we had last year." Connie replied. "Me neither" Historia retorted.
Historia sat inside her room, drained from all the things that had happened. She did all the usual things she does before bed. Take a shower, brush her teeth, prepare clothes she will be wearing tomorrow and-
"Ding-dong"
That will probably be the new roommate Sasha's been talking about.
"Sasha! Can you open the door?!"
"I can't! I'm in the shower!"
She has no choice but to welcome the new roommate. Historia unlocked the door to see who it was.
"Ymir?"