A different type of Annie Leonhardt

A different type of Annie Leonhardt

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Annie Leonhardt. That is my adoptive name. My birth name is Annie Arlert, my birth parents have both died and my father now adopted me after he and one of his best friends found me out on the sidewalk bleeding out after someone with ill intent against my well being had attempted to murder me. My fathers' name is Eric Leonhardt and his friend who was with him is named Erwin Smith. Actually, Erwin is how I found my older brother, Armin Arlert. ___________________________________________________________________________________ This is a fanfiction that I have been thinking about writing for a while, but with so many started and unfinished stories I held off on it. However the longer that I hold off on writing it the more and more prominent and vivid it becomes within my head, so here I am writing it for you all to (hopefully) enjoy as well.
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My name is Armin Arlert. My life's start wasn't so uplifting... and it has never evened out. Reasons? Well, I'm an orphan that lives with my abusive grandfather. He was my only family left for reasons that I'm not willing to explain. He is my only blood family member that I've got, but that doesn't mean I'm going to even try to like him. The fact that I have no blood family doesn't really bother me, though. It's not like they've ever accepted me. One small detail about myself is the reason for my neglect... I'm transgender. Isn't it absurd that the only reason my family hated me was because of my gender identity? I've never understood it, but to be fair, they've never understood me. No one ever has. My names at school were "pretty boy", "cross-dresser", "tranny", and sometimes "it". Not Armin. It was never Armin. That is... until I met a boy by the name of Eren Jaeger.

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