Nobody's really reading my springles fic, so yeah, I've had this idea for a while now, sorry if the end is kind of awkward. So yeah, please review at the end and tell me what you think and I'll write more!

I sat in the rusty old pick up truck, aimlessly staring out the window looking at the endless numbers of fields passing by. I had been passing by nothing but country road for the past three hours. All I had seen this entire ride were never ending lines of trees and wide fields.

"How much longer until we get there?" I asked. My uncle, who was driving the truck gave me an exasperated sigh.

"It's just another half hour, quit griping about the car ride, I know you're bored." I sighed, and slunk down in my seat. I crossed my left arm over my broken right arm, which was currently in a sling. I just wanted to get the hell out of here. I definitely didn't want to go back home, there was nothing good there. But I was smart enough to know that my Uncle, the uncle I hadn't seen since my mother was on her death bed, wasn't too happy about the fact that he was taking me under his wing. Riding in a car with a man that you hadn't talked to in nearly ten years, that's awkward.

"I don't get why I have to live with you." I muttered. My uncle shook his head. He had already heard me ask this same question all too many times.

"I've already answered that question." He replied sternly, keeping both of his eyes on the road. I knew the real reason to why I was stuck in this stupid car. But I didn't want to think about that.

"I still don't understand why I have to see a fucking shrink." The temples in my Uncle's forehead pop out onto his heated face.

"Annie, for the last time, watch your language. I don't want you talking like that in front of the twins! And don't complain Annie, you're lucky you don't have to go to Juvie." I slunked further down my seat.

"Yes sir..." I mumbled. Turns out, my uncle was wrong about the half hour, because it took us another half hour to get to his house. It was another thing that kept pissed off. I knew we got to the house when my uncle drove up a long driveway, then got atop the hill where the house was. It was a fairly large house, at least compared to where I used to live, some shitty run down apartment. They had a huge yard, and there were endless fields surrounding the house. Great, I guess I was going to have to get used to large fields. Once he parked the car, I flung the door open, and kicked my cramped legs out the door. I inhaled the fresh air. It was kind of cold, but I could smell the trees and flowers nearby. I had to admit, it was kind of a nice feeling, different from the terribly polluted city air.

I used my good arm to swing my backpack onto my shoulder and marched towards the front door. I knocked on it, waiting impatiently for someone to open the door. With my luck, an annoying looking little twerp answered the door. She had on a pink and white checkered spring dress with her blonde-gold hair tied in two pigtails with ribbons.

"Are you Annie?" the girl asked excitedly, in that high pitch annoying tone all little kids talk in.

"Yeah" I muttered, looking away from the child. Her tiny hand jerked at my non-handicapped arm.

"Come in!" She exclaimed. She yanked my arm and pulled me into the house. My feet dragged over mahogany wood floors. There was a beautiful room with a forest green, lush looking carpet, with tan leather couches. It had a dark red grand piano in the corner. The little twerp turned into the kitchen.

"Mommy! Marie! Annie's here! Annie's here!" The little girl squeaked. Another little girl, identical to the little twerp jumped up and down, her mother following behind. One little twerp was bad enough, but two of the same twerp? In the same house? I could already tell this was going to be a noisy household.

"Hello Annie," My aunt said. She wore a false smile. For most people, her smile could pass off as a real smile. But not me. I've seen a smile like that all too many times, to know that that smile, is completely fake. I couldn't really blame her for the fake smile. She was the wife of my only other family, other than my sad excuse of a father. I wasn't even related to her, yet she had to take me in. I was her niece, the niece she hadn't seen in nearly ten years. The niece that had turned into a delinquent teen, the niece with "mental issues." The school had pretty much worsened my already bad reputation.

"Daddy!" The twins exclaimed when they saw my uncle walk into the kitchen, carrying some of my stuff. My uncle set my things down, and the twins gave him a bear hug. He gave both of the twins affectionate rubbing on the head. I turned away. Were normal families always this affectionate, just by being separated for a week? I could care less if my father left the house for more than a week. My aunt picked up my things off the tile floor.

"I'll show you where you're room will be." She said. I nodded in response and followed my aunt. She lead me to a relatively small room, the walls shaped like a hexagon. It was filled with what looked like hundreds of books on numerous shelves. There was a small desk in the corner, and a pullout bed against one of the walls.

"This is the library. "You'll stay here for now, we're actually redoing the guest bedroom, so it's not ready yet." I nodded, sitting on the nicely made bed.

"I'll help Al get some of your things, you stay put, okay?" I nodded and turned away. Why did everyone think I was so handicapped just because I had this stupid cast and sling on?

"Oh, and another thing, the boys should be home any moment now. You remember Bertholdt right?" I nodded. Bertholdt was my Aunt's son. We weren't biologically, related though. My aunt had gotten pregnant just before graduating college, and she was the one who had taken care of Bertholdt even after marriage.

"And I'm sure Al has already told you about Reiner." I nodded. Reiner came to this household, a few years back. Reiner's parents were good friends with my Aunt. Reiner's parents died in a car crash, and my Aunt was his guardian. So therefore, Reiner had become a part of the Fubar household, though he kept his family name, Braun.

"Good. I'm sure the boys would love to introduce you to some of their friends." She finally left the room. Yeah right. Why would they want to introduce an "insane" step cousin to their friends? My aunt wasn't doing a very good job at hiding her awkward feelings toward me. I let my back fall onto the soft comforter, my broken arm landing hardly onto my gut. Fuck. I hated this cast. I sat back up, and decided to stroll outside to help my aunt and uncle, they were taking too long. Once I opened the front door, another truck rolled into the driveway. Two tall guys jumped out of the car. From the driver's side, a tall, buff blond guy came out, and on the passenger side stepped out an even taller, lanky, dark haired guy. Unless my step cousin gained lots of muscle, and dyed his hair blonde, the lanky one was my cousin Bertholdt. Last time I had seen him was nearly ten years ago. So much can change in ten years...

"Bertholdt, Reiner, you're both here, perfect," my aunt said. "Both of you help us get Annie's things out of the car." Both of the boys nodded, and headed toward the trunk of the truck.

"I'm Reiner Braun, I'm Bert's adopted brother, I guess. Nice to meet you Annie," Reiner said, instinctively putting out his right hand out to shake my hands, quickly switching to his left when he noticed the sling and cast. I ignored him. Just because he was my step-cousin's adopted brother, didn't mean I could trust him. Heck, I didn't trust anyone in this town, and I didn't plan on it either. I pulled a box and used my good arm to support it, from one end, and put my broken arm on the other side of the box.

"You need help with that?" Reiner asked.

"I'll be fine, thank you very much," I replied in monotone, as I walked away.

"Really? With that arm you look like you're about to drop it," As if to prove my point, the boxed slipped from my grip and fell onto the driveway, making a loud crash noise at impact. Great, I just proved how helpless I was with this stupid broken arm.

"Here, I'll get that," Reiner said, picking up the box I had just dropped. I decided not to intervene, and resorted to exploring my new "home".

I first walked into the kitchen that I was in a few minutes earlier. It was a lot more spacious than my old kitchen, and lacked the awful stench of tobacco and alcohol. The table was clean, and all that was on it, were napkins and place mats. At home, I had a small table, but it was almost always littered with broken wine bottles and coated with a fresh layer of ash and dust every night. Thus, I never used the table. I walked downstairs and opened the first door I saw. It was a room with dolls scattered across the floor. Some were nicely clothes, some half naked. It seemed almost nostalgic looking at the little dolls. I once had dolls when I was very young. That was, until all of them were burned and replaced with punching bags.

I shook my head quickly. Now was not the time to be remembering such things. That was years past. I was in a new place. Now was not the time to let anyone know what I had been through the past ten years.

"Annie, we finished unloading your stuff, come upstairs!" My uncle yelled down. I sighed, breaking my train of thought, and headed toward the stairs. As I passed the front door, the doorbell rang, though I ignored it. I wasn't going to answer the door to some stranger. My aunt opened the door.

"Hi Mrs. Fubar, I heard there was a teenage girl moving here, so I came over to see if I could meet her, and welcome her here." A girl's sickening sweet voice said. I continued to walk away, at an even faster pace.

"Why of course, Krista, that's really nice of you. Why don't you and Ymir come in." My aunt replied. "I'm sure Annie would love to meet you," Lies. That woman should know, that I was not a social person. I didn't need to talk to anymore people today. If she knew anything about me, she should know that. She was lying straight through her teeth. There was no way I would "love" to meet whoever these people were.

"Thank you Mrs. Fubar" two voices replied in unison. I saw a petite blonde girl, who was actually shorter than me, walk in with a taller, freckled brunette.

"Hey guys," I heard Reiner say from behind. "You guys were able to come. Meet Annie," Reiner said, giving me a push on the back. I turned around and glared.

"Hi, I'm Krista," The little blonde said. "Nice to meet you." She held out her left arm for me. I didn't shake her hand. She looked at me questioningly, like she wondered why I wouldn't shake her hand. I didn't feel the need to tell her my name either, she had already heard from Reiner. I didn't care to get to know who she was either. She was probably one of the boy's girlfriend or something like that.

"So it's true that Bertholdt had some secret cousin. I didn't think his parents had any relatives." The brunette commented.

"Yeah," Bertholdt said as he walked into the hallway. My step-Dad had a sister." I saw the look on the two girls faces when Bertholdt said "had". I hated that look. It was that curious look, they wanted to know, but knew it wasn't

"Don't give me that look." I muttered. "I know you're asking me about my mother, I can see it on your faces. My mother died, ten years ago. And before you even start to wonder about how my mother died, I'll just tell you. She was raped and killed. There you go." The three of them stared at me, looking shocked. Even Bertholdt. Even if Reiner didn't know what happened to my mom, Bertholdt should've known. He was seven at the time, but surely my aunt and uncle would've told him by now.

"I'm sorry..." Krista mumbled. "I didn't know." And then that came. I hated it when people apologized about my mother's death. They don't really feel sorry. They don't know what to do, and just say that they're sorry, because that's the right thing to do. I glared at her.

"Don't give me any false pity. I've already had enough of that." I spat. I then turned around and marched toward the front door.

"Annie!" Bertholdt yelled,weakly. I ignored him. I opened the door, and slammed it shut behind. I didn't care what they were saying about me. They could say whatever they wanted. My reputation is already broken anyway. I found myself sitting in the tall green grass, atop a hill, just a couple hundred feet away from a small pond, covered in thick algae.

I sighed, and hugged my arms around my legs. The wind blew through the trees and grass blades. Spring was here in this town. My mind still saw winter. That was the first time I had talked about my mother's death in years. I was really antisocial at home, and I plan to stay that way here. People are untrustworthy. They are cruel, and evil, and stab you in the back. Staying out of all of that is the easiest way to live. Moving into a new environment made me have more social contact with more people than I had in years. Unless I counted... I shook my head off that thought. Now wasn't the time to think about that. Those days were long gone from me. For right now, I knew what I had to do. Avoid as much contact as possible with this family, and people from school. It shouldn't be a too hard task. If I stay cold, people will eventually go away, right?