Everything was awkward. Every. Single. Thing.
First, breakfast happened. Instead of talking, you froze up, managed to trip over the bench when getting up, face planted, then ran out the door. It was horribly and embarrassing, and kind of alarming how clumsy you were. You were in the military, it could get you killed.
Next, you started your 3DMG balance test. A bunch of cadets were there to watch, of course. You had heard Shadis say something about "whipping her into shape" and "seeing how she does under pressure". You didn't do well with crowds. At all. The first 10 seconds of balance were fine, but then you felt yourself tipping backwards. In an attempt to not have the back of your head hit the ground, you raised your arms backward, and ended up in the bridges position. Your back was not supposed to bend that far, and you swore you heard a few cracks and pops when it happened. You were fine, uninjured (more or less), but the problem was that you couldn't get up. You were stuck awkwardly, and painfully, bent backwards. There was no way you were going to return to your upright position without help, so you had to sheepishly ask for someone to lower you down to the ground so you could go back to being upright. The whole situation was just torture for you and your poorly developed social skills.
Then, for the last horrifying thing of the day, there was combat training. You had no idea how to fight. You could dodge, sure, but that didn't help much at all. The worst part was that you were paired up with Armin. The so called "weakling of the 104th" and he was kicking. Your. Ass. I mean, let's face it, you were the least athletic person you knew. If you were attacked by anyone on the street, you would on one of two things:
1.) Kick them in the balls
2.) Punch them in the boob
Neither of those were good ideas in your situation. The match ended up with you laying flat on your back on the ground and telling Armin you had given up.
Because of your complete incompetence today, you had been assigned to cleaning the mess hall. Alone.
Unfortunately for Shadis, this wasn't as horrible as he thought it would be for you. It's not that you liked cleaning, quite the opposite actually, but you had developed a technique to deal with any chore you didn't like to do. You would do whatever it was to the beat of music, and if you felt like it, dance in between. So, that's what you did. Unfortunately, you didn't have your phone to listen to any music, so you ended up singing softly instead. You definitely didn't want anyone to hear you, you had embarrassed yourself enough for one day.
Die Young by Ke$ha was what you were currently singing, and you were have so much fun. It was just a fun song in general, and the fact that you knew you were almost done was a big factor towards your happiness. True the song was a bit insensitive because YOU WERE IN ATTACK ON TITAN ALMOST EVERYONE DIES YOUNG, but you weren't really thinking about that. Anyway, you were on one if your so called "dance breaks". It really wasn't dancing, it was actually just you jumping and shaking your head until your hair was messy. Either way, you had almost forgotten about where you were, that is, until the door slammed open and a bunch of people tumbled into the the room.
You stopped immediately, eyes widening as you saw the mass of tangled bodies on the floor. "WERE YOU LISTENING TO ME SING?!!" You shrieked, face going a dark red.
Sasha had miraculously untangled herself from the pile on the floor and was now standing beside you. She laughed, and slapped your shoulder good-naturedly. "Yep. Some of those songs you were singing were kind of inappropriate though, don't you think?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you, grin never leaving her face. You only groaned, slapping a hand on your forehead and stepping over the people who were still trying to disentangle themselves from each other. In said pile was Connie, Mina, Hannah, Franz, Millius, and Thomas. Leave it to Sasha to gather a group of people to come with her to spy on you.
You rolled your eyes and started walking off towards to your bunk, looking up at the clouds as you did. Unfortunately for you, you had forgotten to look where you were going and walked straight into the stable door. With a curse and a growl, you took a step back from the door, glaring at it.
"It was your fault, you know." You heard a voice drawl from behind you. Slowly turning around to face them, you were once again facing Jean Kirschstein.
"Thanks for pointing that out." You snapped back sarcastically.
"I just figured you needed to know. You're really stupid to join the military in the middle of the year."
What. A. Jerk. You really didn't want to deal with this hot boy's attitude right now. Wait. What? This crush was getting out of hand. You had been here for two days, and you were already insult-complimenting him.
Sighing, you rubbed your temples, before looking back up to meet his gaze. "Look, I know, but I really don't have anywhere to go. No family, money or home. At least in the military I have a chance to make a difference."
It's true that you didn't have anywhere to go, but you really just needed an excuse as to why you were here. Truly, you should be finding a way to get home instead of making friends in the trainee squad, but hey, who would really be thinking straight in a situation like this.
He only hummed in response to that, leaning back on the wall behind him. You nodded once, turning around to leave him to his thoughts. With one more glance behind you, you continued on your way back to your cabin. Maybe you would be less of an awkward turtle tomorrow.