Oddball. That's what hoi polloi call me, well mainly my buddy but I guess he has a intellect to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand prison term you would never regain anything convention about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my bosom are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear midst Shirley Temple Black framed glasses with linden tree run down the tabernacle of the anatomy. At to the lowest degree that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my Methedrine with interchangeable colours so that I could match my outfit in promise that I'd make more friend ; that was a bad decision on their part because I like when I don't couple, so my lime park in my glasses don't lucifer my bleak shoes, purpurate knee-highs, blue shirt or white jean that I have on. My hair is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming orange depending on the inflammation in the elbow room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my part is really squealing at times and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from gloam and my freckles come in orange instead of red like most powdered ginger I've seen. My only aplomb eccentric feature article I've got are my eyes, yea they are the common brightness green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the sluttish jet swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my life 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 eccentric by my one-time brother, Edward II ( from twilight ), midget, and my favorite : that weird kid. My blood brother tells me to bet myself lucky because I'm still prepubertal and about kids my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few class my cognomen for spirit will be send away 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 glass backdoor, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup DOOM"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the door latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray wool steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the bema of his elbow room, doorway closed music loud, allowing every bit of Thousand invertebrate foot Krutch flood his capitulum. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his middle and drifted between the melodies of TFK and whatever the hellhole entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a effective spirit, his father was a police Sergeant, his mother the headspring Nurse over several regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his class were….well his grades could've been estimable I mean the kid was smart like seriously wise. There was literally no formula that he could not solve within his pass, at the age of six he was labeled a child prodigy and one to watch for genius like characteristic. Since displaying his awesome comprehension of all affair mathematical and scientific year after yr he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Christ sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some tomentum on his breast and be a teen and he's doing a pretty salutary job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a whole 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckles were perm and the girlfriend found it adorable, his centre were the usual green but laced with golden anchor ring unlike the green-violet centre of his sister sister, fall. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his pilus being a more rustic copper aspect, which made him calculate like a sang-froid shiny-head brunette if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a raft of cool nicknames such as : { D-day, Darren"doomsday"Day, and Doom } his personal favorite was D-Day. He opened his oculus as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this time 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 show me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to cipher out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy shabu, his pudgy side beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sort from the liner of his cap and held it high above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his mitt on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"Wait just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres nothing good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just judge it was another man-about-town ?"

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was right, I did think it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his bridge player on to and they got a bit boring after a while, but after teasing me with such likely treasure I had to induce a look. I fumbled through the a distich of Thomas Nelson Page and was instantly shocked, the Page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her stage wide open, two long manicured digit spreading her brim apart revealing what looked to be a slick very lustrous pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one iniquity pink mammilla and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge black mastodon standing succeeding to her with an even huger rooster shoved red cent near into her chest. Her centre were full of crying there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her whisker and looked as if he was pulling her headland towards him.
It took me a moment to authorise my pharynx but I managed in a barely audible voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could look at it together"he heaved through deepening pant. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely sexy but I think he's going to bobble a gasket. Let me clear up we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not keep back hands, zippo but look at man-about-town together, he would get them from his older brothers and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took interest not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the women 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 varlet that was lying before us. A unseasoned blond, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide-eyed with an absurdly tumid shameful ribbed dildo in it and a small-scale but still impressively with child dick in her pussy, with her mouth pressed squarely on the pussy of the woman from before but this time the black guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the quondam adult female's lip tugging on it as the senior adult female looked to be pushing her head back towards her pussy and the blank guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as mysterious as it could get in her ass and his tool equally rich within her kitty-cat. 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 cause I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes sensory faculty, I won't be twelve for another 4 calendar month almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks ago so it's natural for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to close the script 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 result rib so soused that it pushed almost 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 heavier weight unit on my thorax knocking the repose of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to screen out through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous rim against mine and threw his natural language into my mouth I wanted to cry, to scream, to recoil him and run but my air was getting thinner, my pharynx grew hot, my tongue darted out of my mouth into the open stale air of Kyle's lingering buss and I punched him squarely in the nose as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to drop dead me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too shit fat, too solid, too hurt. I tried to think straight I tried to be strong and outstrip some sort of law-breaking but when the tattered chip of my old blue school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated raft.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from autumn. It was a over-embellished cotton bra, with a million different colored philia all over it, he lowered his head and stuff my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the torment spread over my face and weeping escape my eyes, he trailed his fingers down to my milky tummy, to the tip of my jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my twat. He hoped this would wake up me but I gave no reaction, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement niche. I imagine Kyle was really getting pissed by my want of exuberance. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see bright neon panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the girdle of my panty and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd slide between my backtalk.
"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 ohmic resistance 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 annoyance, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the way was literally spinning as I felt him crush 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 metre, Thanks for the computer storage, 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 play list. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without euphony and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga mummy from the gallant sept. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to solve his head teacher.
"Fuck its lately, Shit I guess I need to make Oddball her dinner, Kyle too I guess if he's still here, I don't even know what we have cle—"
Then it hit him, the secretiveness, it was never soundless when those two were together always loud and running through the sign, he figured something was wrong, geek was weird but she wasn't dumb plenty to leave the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the dance step to the second floor, then to the for the first time, then again to the basement storey. He pulled open the room access and his heart ached, it gripped his thorax and he lost his balance. There lying in front of the Xbox was fall with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his hand on her bra, cupping it, her blue jean 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 hands to oddball's affair, very close to in between them…where her undo jean were. He looked for his other bridge player, did he want to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to fuck her. He didn't need to make sense out of the residual anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to toss off him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the land. Darren had his articulatio genus firmly in his thorax pinning his arm in the appendage he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly cheek of the minor who would call back as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"stay you'll putting to death him, DARREN plosive speech sound, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older brother but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to hammer the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing quantity of roue, despite the broken glasses, despite the yell and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the son leg. pee-pee ? This picayune fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckle duster were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and tooth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open, Darren didn't need the sidesplitter to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fucking.
"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 rampart. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a replete Admiral Nelson. With matter settled for the moment he looked at the boy fabrication in the syndicate of roue, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his married woman and down at his daughter, oh god his daughter, her neck was swollen and red, her centre replete of binge, a red handprint on her facial expression 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 he lifted kyle off the floor by his hair reared back with a Irish Gaelic white fist and take heed his wife's bloodcurdling screeching sharp enough to pierce his murderous mission and stop his fist a mere two inch from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the solid ground a wad of brunette hair still in his hand as he ascended the steps with Autumn in his weapons system. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the whole step to lean to Kyle, she said no countersign to him, she need not to. Her feeling of disgust was enough. Her many years of breast feeding truly saved Kyle's animation, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the infirmary as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his left eye now because of all the busted glass, 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 tinker's dam RIGHT HE COULD'VE, and I saved his animation !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every night 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 little babe from some pervish slit 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 wild ? YES !, Was it lethal ? shucks right, but you want to know a clandestine I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that little tinker's dam 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 stopping point few Bible through her teeth clenching her clenched fist the rip barely able-bodied to oversupply around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a misapprehension but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN LINE TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT attorney which means I have the means to urge cathexis against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal payback.
"And I'm The police 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 side by side 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring intent in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"wellspring it looks like we're at an deadlock. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Town, City, or State I want his ass out of FL and out of the East glide Now ! I don't give a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressure explosive charge 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 heart made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to address,"batch !"Mrs Day looked appalled at her married man, and formed her defensive dissent, but was silenced by a wave of his mitt."If my son faces no jail fourth dimension I'll send him to live with my comrade in Lone-Star State, but when we're at work I need to sleep together my daughter is secure, 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 Han-Gook and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a threatening nod and with that gripped his wife'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 organisation set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said much and no one faulted him for protecting his sister. When Kyle showed up at the hospital watchword spread around quickly even reaching the local newsworthiness about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to remove their kids from the spotlight so desperately. In the two weeks since the incident happened, everyone was extremely skillful to Autumn at school day, and she even developed a clique at school when multitude realized how sang-froid she can be once you talk to her. This made things easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, the great unwashed were immolating her now wearing laughable colors and even eldritch particular that she loved to deck herself with and she seemed happy to ingest friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any goodbye's. His only real gesture in those two weeks was the hugs he gave his class especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a skew-whiff first-rate 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 motive to clear up a few affair, this is not a rape 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 desire it to. I wanted to leave it with a drop-off hanger but the finis paragraph kinda seems like a last to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want Thomas More, positive or negatively charged comment accepted I'll use it all to be a better writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively aloud bike coming through her neighborhood. The auditory sensation faded in and out of with the curvature of her neighbourhood but then roared to a halt outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Lord's Day and her parents were both fortunate to have the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and ease, they would not be felicitous. She caught up with them as they walked towards the strawman door, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in common Bathroom with Au letter of the alphabet that said"headwaiter"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a decimal point in appointing it. Her mom in a longsighted pinko bathrobe with pass letters that used to say turn one mom, and she in a pink cooler top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in thick black rimmed glassful.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his back to the family line ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short brunette ringlet, 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 wee out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 pounds that looked to be pure brawniness. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've contract quondam, You've bring fatter, and You've baffle taller"he turned and looked at the disordered home, as they all adjusted to his brass. Then Autumn read his tattoo, it said…"D-Day"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his coat of arms jumping up to his new found height and he twirled her in her sleeve. He was soon comforted by a hug from his female parent and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four long years, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a new dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his arms,"Let me present my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until following month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the cold one week from Yule ? Or are you going to take in us in to enamor up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summer and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to cope with 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 Dec 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on January 13th when he'll be 20."She said a little to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Deliverer Jesus of Nazareth mom why not ask her which spatial relation is our favorite screw position."Darren replied with the maximum annoyance.
This was the best goop opera house Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her mother's face, the irritation 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 home Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't figure it out the next installment is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a commodity story…that is if you guys want me to shit more… THANKS FOR READING~~~