This story is better than revenge.
"I will make you pay for all the pain you've caused me, Armin Arlert. All of you will see my wrath one day.", Annie swore as she remembered all the horrible memories she had ever encountered in the past.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I just want to thank you guys for recognizing this fic. This made me motivated to even make the plot better. I sure do talk a lot, pardon me.
Lots of love, Dianne
UPDATE SCHEDULE: When do I post updates of new chapters?Every Thursday or Friday.
How many chapter updates in one day? 2 to 3 chapters
About the story: To avoid confusion or merger I purposely will be making it on Annie's POV and hopefully by the end of the story which is still unforeseeable, I may be able to give long Armin POV.
God bless my readers! I hope you all are doing well in your studies as I am. ♡♡♡
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Annie's POV
"Annie. Wait!" I heard someone calling my name and I looked to direction where it was coming from.
It was Bertholdt Hoover who called me. What does he want from me?
I watched him as he approached me. Apparently Armin wasn't able to fetch me in my house because his father had to show him something so I was walking alone.
"Mind if I come along?" He said slightly sweating.
Has he been running to catch up with me?
"Sure. I don't mind I mean we do have the same class after all." I smiled at him.
I saw him blush a little. Why is he blushing?
"I heard you are in a relationship with Armin." He smiled at me as we walled through the empty corridor.
I promised myself that after the incident I will come home as an early bird. I also want to know who did this to me so I want to be the first to come.
"Why did you arrived this early? I mean it's 2 hours early to be in the school." I said quite suspicious not breaking my observation on his behavior.
He is fidgeting. Was he nervous?
"Actually Annie I have something to say to you." He frowned as said those words.
"What is it Bertholdt?" Why do I feel this is trouble?
"I-it has s-something to do with.. with your locker." He said while sweating profusely.
