Oddball. That's what the great unwashed call me, well mainly my brother but I guess he has a reason to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand times you would never witness anything pattern about me. I'm not the mediocre 11yr old girl. I'm shortstop around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my chest are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear thick black framed field glass with Citrus aurantifolia streaks down the temple of the form. At least that's the coloring for today, my parents spent a lot on my specs with similar coloring material so that I could equal my outfits in hope that I'd make more booster ; that was a bad decision on their part because I like when I don't match, so my calcium hydroxide green in my chicken feed don't equal my blackened shoes, imperial knee-high, juicy shirt or white jeans that I have on. My hair is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating mark between blood red and flaming Orange depending on the lighting in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my vocalism is really squealing at metre and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from twilight and my freckle come in orange tree instead of red like most pep I've seen. My only cool oddball feature film I've got are my eyes, yea they are the usual brightness level putting green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the light green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my biography but I don't really care I mean I still have plenty of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So lucky me I get called oddball by my aged sidekick, Edward ( from gloam ), dwarf, and my preferred : that weird kid. My brother tells me to count myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most kids my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few geezerhood my moniker for life will be fire crotch. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my brother and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't count they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the drinking glass backdoor, flipped the atomic number 13 latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup end of the world"shouted kyle as he slid the threshold closed and threw the door latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the Asa Gray wool whole tone towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his room, door closed euphony loud, allowing every bit of Thousand Foot Krutch flood his ears. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his center and drifted between the air of TFK and whatever the inferno entered his mind. He thought about his living, it was a good animation, his father was a constabulary sergeant-at-law, his female parent the top dog Nurse over respective regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his tier were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously impudent. There was literally no formula that he could not solve within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a child prodigy and one to watch for brain like characteristics. Since displaying his awesome inclusion of all things mathematical and scientific class after class he's received invitations to colleges, erudition, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a hoot. For Christ sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his chest of drawers and be a teenaged and he's doing a pretty ripe job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at shoal. He was a sophomore but he stood a solidness 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his freckles were permanent and the girls found it endearing, his oculus were the common super C but laced with gilded rings unlike the green-violet heart of his baby Sister, autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his hair being a more unsophisticated copper look, which made him calculate like a cool shiny-head brunet if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a sight of cool nicknames such as : { D-day, Darren"doomsday"Day, and end of the world } his personal ducky was D-Day. He opened his heart as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his play list ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this clip Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could tell when kyle came down into the basement he was eager to usher me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to figure out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy glasses, his tubby face beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the lining of his jackets and held it high above his headspring. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another man-about-town. I rolled my optic and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his deal on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"postponement just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres zero beneficial in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what powder magazine this is ? Or did you just think it was another playboy ?"

I tried to suppose of something clever to say but he was right, I did think it was another Corinthian, that's all he ever got his helping hand on to and they got a bit boring after a while, but after teasing me with such possible hoarded wealth I had to have a looking at. I fumbled through the a couple of page and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a midway aged woman with her pegleg wide open, two long manicured fingers spreading her back talk apart revealing what looked to be a slick very shining pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one darkness garden pink nipple and letting the other be crushed by the monumental thigh of the huge calamitous mastodon standing next to her with an even huger cock shoved damn near into her chest. Her heart were wide-cut of crying there was…cum ? Dribbling down her mentum and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her hairsbreadth and looked as if he was pulling her heading towards him.
It took me a minute to clear my pharynx but I managed in a barely audible vox,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could look at it together"he heaved through deepening gasps. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely aphrodisiacal but I think he's going to mishandle a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not osculate, not arrest hands, cipher but look at playboy together, he would get them from his previous brother and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one prison term I took interest not because I'm a les or anything but because I could expect at the adult female and wonder if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my attention back to the new Page that was lying before us. A younger blond, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a pocket-sized but still impressively big hawkshaw in her pussycat, with her sassing pressed squarely on the cunt of the womanhood from before but this time the nigrify guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the sr. woman's lip tugging on it as the older woman looked to be pushing her head back towards her pussy and the White guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deep as it could get in her ass and his cock equally deep within her pussy. I had to admit It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that interested yet, I mean I knew I would like it one day suit I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 month almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks ago so it's born for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to close the book and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming crushing on my get out rib so cockeyed that it pushed near of the air out of me to the point I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even laborious weightiness on my dresser knocking the balance of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to screen through the disarray he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous lips against mine and threw his tongue into my mouth I wanted to cry, to scream, to kick him and run but my air was getting dilutant, my throat grew hot, my natural language darted out of my backtalk into the open stale air of Kyle's lingering kiss and I punched him squarely in the horn in as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to choke me to demise. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too strong, too chic. I tried to think straight I tried to be strong and scale some sort of offence but when the tattered turn of my old blue school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated flock.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a over-embellished cotton fiber bra, with a million different colored core all over it, he lowered his nous and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my face and weeping escape my eyes, he trailed his fingers down to my whitish stomach, to the tip of my blue jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would wake me but I gave no reception, just a blank shell glassy stare into the darkness of a basement street corner. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my deficiency of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my jean and unzipped them folding them back to see promising atomic number 10 panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd playground slide between my rim.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last words scared the opposition back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his temple, unfortunately the third was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him demolish me under his delay and his firey breath on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one more time, Thanks for the remembering, thanks for the memories, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the Fall Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tankful top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to clear his foreland.
"Fuck its former, hoot I guess I need to prepare geek her dinner party, Kyle too I guess if he's still here, I don't even know what we have cle—"
Then it hit him, the silence, it was never understood when those two were together always tawdry and running through the house, he figured something was amiss, oddball was weird but she wasn't dumb sufficiency to impart the mansion without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the second base story, then to the first, then again to the basement level. He pulled open the threshold and his heart ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his balance. There lying in movement of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his mitt on her bra, cupping it, her denim were undone. How could she ? His oddball is fucking a disgusting worm like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle move his work force to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone blue jean were. He looked for his other paw, did he need to recognise ? He found it. On her pharynx, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to have it off her. He didn't need to ready sense out of the eternal sleep anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that last idea Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his genu firmly in his pectus pinning his arm in the cognitive operation he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly font of the child who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"plosive consonant you'll kill him, DARREN block, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my elder brother but it didn't affair I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of origin, despite the fail glasses, despite the cries and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boy leg. Piss ? This minuscule fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and tooth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew loose, Darren didn't need the sidesplitter to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his full police force uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to go on he easily put him into a full-of-the-moon Lord Nelson. With affair settled for the moment he looked at the boy lying in the pool of blood, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his married woman and down at his daughter, oh god his girl, her neck was swollen and red, her middle full of tears, a red handprint on her face as bright as the blood on the floor, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the floor and almost on reflex response he lifted kyle off the floor by his hair reared back with a Irish white fist and see his wife's bloodcurdling screech sharp enough to thrust his homicidal mission and arrest his clenched fist a mere two inches from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the flat coat a wad of brunette hair still in his paw as he ascended the footstep with autumn in his weapon system. Mrs. Day led Darren up the steps holding him trying to still him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the pace to incline to Kyle, she said no speech to him, she need not to. Her feel of disgust was enough. Her many twelvemonth of nursing truly saved Kyle's living, she did such a glorious job with her equipment at home plate that Kyle only went to the hospital as a precaution.
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"Kyle has overtone visual sense within his result eye now because of all the discover methamphetamine, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbaric onslaught."Mr. Rhimes screamed at Mr. and Mrs. Day."Your son is an animal who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR shit right hand HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life-time !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every Nox when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his slight sister from some pervish cunt is a crime ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours barbarian ? YES !, Was it lethal ? darn right wing, but you want to know a secret I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that little shit half to death…he tried to rape my daughter MY FUCKING daughter and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those shoemaker's last few Christian Bible through her teeth clenching her fist the roue barely able to deluge around her knuckle duster.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN stock TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT ATTORNEY which means I have the means to contract charges against your son and you won't see him for a tenacious time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with peer retribution.
"And I'm The law Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the Chief of Police so I have the joining to try your son as an adult and your baby boy won't see daylight for the adjacent 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his foot with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this township, city, or State Department I want his ass out of Sunshine State and out of the E Coast Now ! I don't ease up a nooky what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing charges and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as long as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her eye made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to address,"good deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her married man, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his script."If my son faces no jail time I'll send him to live with my comrade in TX, but when we're at body of work I need to fuck my daughter is condom, so your son goes too."
"Done !"Said Mr. Rhimes,"I'll one up you Sarg, if you get your son to texas I'll send Kyle with my adoptive sister in Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a imperil nod and with that gripped his married woman's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a word to him, or the two weeks it took to get the arrangements set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said much and no one faulted him for protecting his sis. When Kyle showed up at the hospital Son gap around quickly even reaching the topical anesthetic word about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to transfer their tike from the spotlight so desperately. In the two workweek since the incident happened, everyone was extremely decent to Autumn at shoal, and she even developed a ingroup at schooltime when mass realized how chill she can be once you talk to her. This made things easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, mass were immolating her now wearing idiotic colors and even weirder detail that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to give birth friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really fall in any bye-bye's. His merely real gesture in those two weeks was the hugs he gave his family especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the logic gate turning and throwing a lopsided super bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to catch it. To her surprisal he answered…
"It's an oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the pauperism to elucidate a few matter, this is not a rapine story, I mean well this part is but the series won't be, I know it didn't have all that much sex in it but it'll get there if you guys require it to. I wanted to leave it with a cliff hanger but the last paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to get down Chapter 2 here to see if you guys desire to a greater extent, positive or electronegative comments accepted I'll use it all to be a better writer.~~~~~~~






autumn woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The speech sound faded in and out of with the curves of her neighborhood but then roared to a halt outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to have the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and quietus, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front door, her dad smell like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajama. Her Dad, in light-green Bathroom with gold letters that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant packaging so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with faded alphabetic character that used to say number one mom, and she in a garden pink tank top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in thick opprobrious rimmed shabu.
The unknown rose off his bike and turned his dorsum to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his inadequate brunette locks, as he slid off his jacket crown. One arm had a tattoo on it but she couldn't make out what it said. What she could make out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 Egyptian pound that looked to be pure muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've catch older, You've gotten fatter, and You've sire taller"he turned and looked at the lost family, as they all adjusted to his aspect. Then Autumn read his tattoo, it said…"6 June 1944"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his subdivision jumping up to his new found summit and he twirled her in her arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his female parent and patted on the back from his sire. It has been nearly four long years, and finally Darren was home.
A whiteness Mercedes pulled into the private road and a vernal dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the at sea family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the sweetheart in his arms,"Let me infix my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the dusty one hebdomad from Christmas ? Or are you going to invite us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summertime and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to meet you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 Captain Day, my birthday was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on Jan 13th when he'll be 20."She said a little to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Jesus mom why not ask her which position is our pet screw position."Darren replied with the level best annoyance.
This was the best soap opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her female parent's boldness, the pain in her brother's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a gentlemen, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs Day responded,"Welcome to the family Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't figure it out the next episode is gon na consume a lot of sex, and a piddling love affair, a few surprise, and hopefully a safe story…that is if you guys require me to progress to more… THANKS FOR READING~~~