The moon & the star

The moon & the star

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"W-what are you doing here?" I asked. He chuckled. "We recently moved in and I had to meet the principal of my new school and I don't want to go home yet so I thought I'd check it out and then I heard your sweet voice" ____________________________ Elliot Thistle is an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy. He had a little sister, Linda, but when he came out to his parents as trans and that he was now Lior, they allowed him to transition, but when it turned out that he was also gay and a therian, his parents supposedly gave him to his grandmother for his own good.Since then, however, they have been angry with Elliot and all it takes is one wrong word and they will yell at him as if he had killed someone, and the bullying at school doesn't help either. But what happens when on the old natural pools where no one goes, he meets a mysterious dark-haired boy?
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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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