I give a sigh as the flickering shadows finally end and the sun peaks above the horizon. I lay there curled up in the closet as the upstage sirens finally come in loudly and exculpate. I and my family just got robbed and only I probably survived. The doorway to the closet I've been hiding in opens revealing people in police uniforms motioning to each other saying affair that my meddled mind doesn't comprehend. I look at the different faces moving around and the flickers of light as the sun gleams off some of their badges. I close my eyes and postulate a deep inhale wondering what's going to happen to me now. One of the officers helps me up and takes me to the police cruiser making sure I don't look at certain points that are probably to disturbing for me to see.
I get into the law cruiser quietly as the group of people stand outside mumbling to one another. I wish my lifetime would end soon but I guess the adept thing to do is to wait it out like I always do every day even before the murder. They take me to the constabulary office and I answer a series of questions not knowing what some of them mean since I'm too out of it. After a serial of enquiry I finally end up in one of my best Quaker's home. I guess this is where my life story starting and finally lifts up.

Chapter 1
I awake on the couch that doesn't belong to me or my syndicate but to my better admirer, my solitary Friend, and currently my irregular family. I sit up on the couch and stare at the story awhile. I guess I'm used to kip on the couch because I used to do it all the time because they loved my sisters more than me. My sire was a douche who has had five married woman and was forefather of seven children with four deadened and two still awake. My crony, who I don't really blame for doing this, ran away from home once he turned sixteen with a lot of money that he"gained"over the long time. I envy him since he was able to run away and be his own life. My father was also a huge gambler and I guess they died because the multitude he's cheated finally caught him.

I was in the closet because I was hiding from my sister who I spilled chili on by accident. The only place I could think of concealing was the vacant guest elbow room that used to be my older brothers room. I yawn, get up, and manner of walking into the kitchen to make breakfast mostly because it's grown into a drug abuse. The sizzling sound and smell of Francis Bacon quickly flourish through the home. I start up the coffee pot for my friend mom and myself. I give another yawn and realize that I'm more well-worn than what I actually probably look like. I guess I love to figure out so practically I barely notice thing like this. I hear someone running down the steps so I turn to see who it is.
My friend, dressed in a red pajama trouser and slider showing off his buff that girls are always giggling and talking about. I turn back around and jump cooking again as he walks up behind me, puts an arm around my waist, and says,"break of the day beloved !"
I roll my center and jab my cubitus into his gut and say,"living that up and you won't be eating."
He laughs and sits down at the kitchen table probably watching my precious girlish but. If you're wondering I look like a precious innocent twelve year old girl except the chest of drawers and the dame and dress. I never really like my looks but there their because my sister and mom like to experiment to a good deal with me. I still have the contusion from twenty percent course when they made me go to school dressed as a girl because they"accidently"lost my dress. All the young lady beat me up using the gym equipment, toys in the classrooms, and the vacation spot equipment. I wince remembering after all that the next day the daughter got the boys to wash up me up. I finish up cooking as his female parent comes down followed by his Padre.
I greet them all and lead up step to one make up that lazy boy's bed and adopt a shower before getting dress before school. To recall it's only six thirty and we go to schooltime at eight. I get the shower perfect tense and everything and then I hop on in. The bathroom door opens a little while later and in pops a nude friend. I and he used to play football, me a water boy and him a running back, so we saw each early naked a lot. I know a water boy doesn't really do the shower matter but coach-and-four makes all of us do it or else.
"demand someone to wash your binding ?"He asks me pressing against my back.
I sigh and ask,"Why do you keep messing around like this ?"
He chuckles and says,"Because ! You're my bitch and I want the wholly Earth to know it."
"But were only fourteen !"I say lathering up myself.
"Actually you're XIV I'm fifteen so that makes you my bitch."He says affair of factly.
I wash off the Georgia home boy and turn to face him. He cups my mentum and says,"Don't worry I'm never going to ache you or let anyone ever hurt you."
I blush and get out the shower to wash my face in the cesspit while he washes off. I grab my towel and go across the Charles Martin Hall to his room to get my clothes. He walks in as I'm standing there wearing a blue push button up shirt, all clit buttoned up, and blue jeans that perfectly fit me. I make my way to the door but he stops me him with no towel and his semi sticking proudly four inches out. When I'm tractor trailer it only two inches but that rarely happens in my life.
"So what's bugging you today ?"He asks leading me to his bed.
I sigh and say,"Everything."
He rolls his eyes as he gets dressed for school. A fourteen year old and fifteen year old hanging out one getting dressed who is a full on male and the other that looks gender confused is so weird that if it wasn't that everyone knew me as a male I would've been hit on so many times by now.
"Is it about your sexual predilection ?"He asks me putting on a black shirt and a red necklace.
"No ! I don't charge if I get a girlfriend besides the only way I'm going to get laid is by getting my ass fucked willingly or not."
He gives me a toothy grin and says,"You know I'm going to be one of the guys to get a opus of that ass."
I roll my eyes, get up, and say,"Please don't get lost in your fantasy world again."
I head down stairs and eat my breakfast and scavenge the dishes as my friend, who I forgot to honorable mention is named Richard, comes down and set forth talking sports with his sire. I sit down with his mother who is named Penny. We are chatting about the weather, upcoming events, and gossipmonger. It sounds like I'm turning into a girl for real.
"You would've made a really salutary daughter…"She says throwing me off track just as Rich walks in and says,"Come on the bus is almost here !"
I nod my top dog and succeed out behind him wondering what would've made her say that. The bus rolls up and we get on the bus normally. I sit in the front where less hoi polloi are and Rich sits in the rachis acting a fool as always. Even though he's popular with hoi polloi and I'm not we somehow are still just friends. I knew him before shoal and before he was cool so I guess he means a lot to me. It's not like I'm gay or anything but the only philia I get is from guys so that can have a vast upshot on a mortal's wellbeing. I stare out the windowpane as we pick up more people and finally turn over school day. I get off first and head to dwelling house period. My home base period is Mrs Welsting. She stands five groundwork 5, long beautiful blond pilus, wearing a pick clitoris up shirt with two button undone showing off her cleavage, eminent heels, and a blue skirt that goes past he knees. A lot of the boys fantasize about her all the time in social class and wish for a class with her even though they don't know what she teaches.
"trade good morning bookman !"Mrs. Welsting says in her energetic, smooth, lovely representative,"How was all you're sunup ?"
The class replies with happy greetings and sly remarks of pervertedness. I sit in the backbone of the stratum in the left hand corner that way I'm out of people's pedigree of sight and out of their way. I pull out my cartoon Book from my black backpack and pull out a pencil from my the right way pouch. I begin sketching anything that I feel like not really caring if somebody sees them or not.
"okay category today we have a new student and I want you to process him with respect !"She says happily.
Oh yea we are supposed to be getting a new student today. I look up from my sketchbook to see who this somebody is. A boy my age stands there looking at the ground with black spikey tomentum that cover his eyes, peach colored skin, spike wrist joint set, blackness jeans with holes in them, a nigrify shirt with a skull and crossing bone on the straw man along with a heavy Negro leather jacket crown. Over all he looked pretty shuddery but we all said welcome and greeted him normally. I look back down to my sketchbook and take up drawing again. I hear a loud thump next to me to see the new student sitting next to me mostly because it's one of the few seats that they have left here but besides that he must wish to be isolated like I do. I turn my attention back to my drawing off of what is now a brick mansion with three multitude inside two outside, a setting sun with a few clouds in the sky and a dog running up a mound along with a spiral road that leads up to the mansion. That's when it feels like I'm being watched but I just don't know why it feels like that.
"You draw really good."The kid next to me says in a deep husky voice.
"Thanks."I say a piffling bit out of sorts.
I've never gotten a compliment from anyone before well except for my depraved protagonist but he doesn't really look because he's just trying to gain me find right. I continue sketching until the chime rings letting us know that it's start period time. I put up my sketchbook and put my pencil back into my scoop. I get up and realize my way to the doorway when Mrs Welsting says,"Ellen ? Can you show the new student around the schoolhouse showing him where his classes are ?"
I know I can't say no so I say,"I would love to."
A lie straight through my tooth but oh well anything is improve than my first off period of time class which is language. I stand there as he walks up to me still looking at the land.
"Alright let's go."I say turning around and walking out.
I show him all over schooling showing him where all the form will be and end up in the gym last. There's no course of study in the gym right now so I sit down on the top part of the bleachers and angle back against the paries. The boy has been quite the whole prison term I showed him around and I start to enquire what's going through his head. I close my eyes and suspire just enjoying the quietness.
"I got a question…"A spokesperson says side by side to me.
I nearly jump out of my skin at the strait of his voice. I never heard him walk up the bleachers or anything.
"Y-Yea what is it ?"I ask shaken up a little.
"Why were you by yourself this morning ?"
I sigh and look up at the ceiling. I might as well tell him since the others might or they might just treat him like me.
"Well it's mostly because my physical structure is sex confused. They don't like me because I'm a guy that looks like a girl and I act differently about everything from the masses."I look at his facial expression.
He's look straight up at me and I can see his hazel brown centre through his hair. He looks kind of sad not like ugly but his face looks sad and worn. He then stands up and says,"So that's how they are… they treat other by forcible features… and personal features."
"Yea… asset my crime syndicate is also to fault but their abruptly so I can't do anything about. The only sept phallus I have left is my and only god knows where he is."I say standing up as the ship's bell hoop for back period.
I start to take the air down the bleachers and toward the exit door that leads out into the main hallway. The boy quickly follows behind since we both have the same second gear period.
"You know if you hang out with me they'll pick on you."I say not wanting mortal to get hurt because of me.
"It's alright besides you're the only individual who we'll probably get me and plus I like you."
I nod my heading and walk into second period with him. We take our behind in the cover of the class and bulge out copying down the billet while getting a few stares from the early educatee mostly male but a few female. Second period seems to drag on forever until the bell closed chain letting me know it's time for third period math which is my favorite subject and clip. I walk into the class room and shoot a seat in the nominal head since most of the educatee sit in the vertebral column. I pay attention during the whole lesson and finish first in my year. I then tear out my sketch book and start drawing till the end of class. I walk to my locker and get out my gym clothes as the gong for fourth period rings. The new student is in the Saame P.E. class as me. I walk into the locker room for the guy face and observe a nice isolated place to garment out. I've take aim off my shirt and my pants when I'm pushed into the wall.
"Hey there bitch."Is whispered in my ear.
I struggle trying to get out of the handgrip as whoever behind me says,"You need to come up with a safe concealment spot."
I'm thrown on the primer coat and I scramble backwards to only remember I'm in a recession. I see my stuff sprawled all over the flooring as three Stanford White boys stand over me just in their boxers. One of the son behind the person who threw me down is holding my cartoon book the only affair that reminds me I'm human and can do something with my life. He starts flipping through it and says,"I wonder what we should do with all this clobber ?"
"How about we trash it !"The leader of the male child says, the one who pushed me down, grabbing the top of my head.
"Please don't !"I yell trying to get him to let go of me.
He bitch slaps me and says,"If you don't be quite we're going to have to get more physical than that."
I hold back tears as a pageboy is ripped out of my notebook.
"We'll stop if you do us a little favor."The boy says.
"W-What ?"I ask as another page is ripped out.
"suction our cocks and we'll be on our way."
"Never !"I say a little too tatty which allows a twosome of more Page torn out and another slap across the face.
"Now what did I tell you ? Co-operate and everything we'll be over."He says lifting me up by my capitulum that way I'm on my knees.
The boy in front of me pulls out his hammer and presses it against my boldness. I move my principal away from the disgusting thing and try to punt away only to assemble wall.
"Alright bitch pickaxe your way hard or easy."
I keep tranquil and the boy snarls,"Hard way then."
The boy grabs my head and poke me straight in my jaw. He then tries to pry my oral cavity overt as another boy walks over also hard wanting some attention. I keep struggling with all my might until I hear the audio of sparks.
"Keep it up and I'll burn that damn book and you too !"He says making me be still,"Good. Now open up and say ah !"
I open my mouth slowly wishing someone will save me when all of a sudden like a ninja the new student appears hitting the one about to shove his cock down my throat straight in his head. He spins around on one pes and hit the second boy in the gut ; steps on his foot, and back hand punch him into one of the locker. The third base boy drops my semi burnt torn up notebook and takes off running. I have tear going down my face at the sight of my sketch ledger. I look up at the nighttime ninja boy as he looks down at me. He offers his hand down to me to help me up. I get up on my animal foot and hug him tightly weeping still going down my eyes. I feel his hand on my binding patting me trying to make me find comfort. I wish the world could be more like this boy right here.


Let me know if you want more becuase sex will be in recent parts .