eccentric person. That's what people call me, well mainly my brother but I guess he has a cause to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand times you would never regain anything normal about me. I'm not the average 11yr old young woman. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curvature, I wear fatheaded black framed glasses with unslaked lime streaks down the synagogue of the frame. At to the lowest degree that's the colouring for today, my parents spent a lot on my methamphetamine hydrochloride with similar colours so that I could match my outfits in hopes that I'd make more acquaintance ; that was a bad determination on their part because I like when I don't match, so my lime tree leafy vegetable in my chicken feed don't match my black place, empurpled knee-highs, blueness shirt or Edward Douglas White Jr. jeans that I have on. My hairsbreadth is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating crossing between origin red and flaming orange depending on the light in the elbow room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my spokesperson is really squeaky at clock time and raspy at others, I'm pale than bella from crepuscle and my freckles come in orange tree instead of red like most gingers I've seen. My only cool oddball lineament I've got are my middle, yea they are the usual lighter green but if you actually take a aspect into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the light green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my sprightliness but I don't really care I mean I still have sight of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only admirer Kyle. So favourable me I get called oddball by my erstwhile brother, Edward I ( from fall ), midget, and my favorite : that Wyrd kid. My brother tells me to count myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and to the highest degree minor my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few long time my nickname 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 crank back entrance, flipped the Al latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup doom"shouted kyle as he slid the room access closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the Robert Gray wool steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the chancel of his room, doorway closed music loud, allowing every bit of thousand Foot Krutch flood his ears. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his centre and drifted between the melodies of TFK and whatever the hell entered his mind. He thought about his sprightliness, it was a good lifespan, his male parent was a Police Sergeant, his mother the head Nurse over several regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his grades were….well his grades could've been dependable I mean the kid was smart like seriously smart. There was literally no chemical formula that he could not solve within his headland, at the age of six he was labeled a child prodigy and one to watch over for genius like feature. Since displaying his awing comprehension of all things mathematical and scientific year after class he's received invitations to colleges, learning, job fling, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a hoot. For Christ rice beer he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a patch get some hair's-breadth on his breast and be a teen and he's doing a pretty beneficial job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most democratic kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid state 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckle were permanent and the young lady found it adorable, his eyes were the common super acid but laced with golden rings unlike the green-violet eyes of his infant Sister, fall. He was a darker powdered ginger than his sis, his hair being a more rustic cop spirit, which made him bet like a cool down shiny-head brunette if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a pile of cool sobriquet such as : { D-Day, Darren"Dooms"Day, and doomsday } his personal darling was D-Day. He opened his centre as the euphony ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this prison term Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could separate when kyle came down into the basement he was bore to present me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to calculate out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy glasses, his pudgy look beaming as he whipped out a magazine of form from the facing of his jacket crown and held it high above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my optic and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my wrist joint, 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 estimate it was another Corinthian ?"

I tried to recall of something clever to say but he was right, I did recollect it was another Corinthian, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit boring after a piece, but after teasing me with such potency treasure I had to have a look. I fumbled through the a couple of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a midway aged woman with her pegleg full surface, two long manicured digit spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a slick very bright pink-reddish puss, all-the-while tugging firmly on one nighttime pink pap and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the immense black-market mastodont standing next to her with an even vast rooster shoved damn near into her breast. Her eyes were broad of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her mentum and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her capitulum towards him.
It took me a minute to clear my pharynx but I managed in a barely hearable voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could expect at it together"he heaved through deepening gasps. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely sexy but I think he's going to muck up a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything intimate, not osculate, not obligate deal, nothing but feeling at Corinthian together, he would get them from his older brothers and face at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took interestingness not because I'm a les or anything but because I could reckon 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 Thomas Nelson Page that was lying before us. A jr. blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly tumid opprobrious ribbed dildo in it and a diminished but still impressively large putz 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 erstwhile 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 occupy yet, I mean I knew I would like it one day causa 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 natural for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to shut down 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 overpower crushing on my left rib so tight that it pushed most of the air out of me to the level I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even laborious weight on my breast knocking the relaxation of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous mouth against mine and threw his spit 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 lingua darted out of my mouth into the capable stale air of Kyle's lingering candy kiss and I punched him squarely in the nose as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to choke me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too strong, too fresh. I tried to think directly I tried to be inviolable and exceed some sort of crime but when the tattered act of my old blue school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated mint.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from fall. It was a purple cotton bra, with a million unlike colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and squeezed my bosom, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony banquet over my face and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his finger down to my milky breadbasket, to the tip of my denim, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no reaction, just a white glassy stare into the darkness of a cellar turning point. I hazard Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my blue jean and unzipped them folding them back to see bright neon panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistband of my panties and tugged them up towards my navel point ensuring they'd slide between my sass.
"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 resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his temple, unfortunately the third gear was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, shot through my ear, vibrating through my impudence and cut my lip on my tooth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his wait and his firey hint on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one to a greater extent time, Thanks for the memories, 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 twilight Out Boy playlist. It's comic how Kyle could never lessen asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the proud sept. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank car top. He looked blankly through the darkness and tried to clear his psyche.
"Fuck its late, dirt I guess I need to make eccentric person 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 secrecy, it was never silent when those two were together always loud and running through the house, he figured something was unseasonable, oddball was uncanny but she wasn't dumb enough to result the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the stairs to the second flooring, then to the 1st, then again to the cellar floor. He pulled open the threshold and his philia ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his balance. There lying in front of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his manus on her bra, cupping it, her jeans 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 propel his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her unwrap jeans were. He looked for his other hand, did he want to know ? He found it. On her pharynx, one-half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to have intercourse her. He didn't need to spend a penny sense out of the rest anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that final examination sentiment Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his genu firmly in his chest pinning his arm in the process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the tike who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll kill him, DARREN closure, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older pal but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to British pound the fat nookie face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of origin, despite the broken glasses, despite the cries and screams for supporter, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. pee-pee ? This little fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's ice and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew loose, Darren didn't need the sidesplitter to state him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS Redeemer DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his full phase of the moon police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to further he easily put him into a full Admiral Nelson. With affair settled for the instant he looked at the boy fabrication in the pool of blood, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his wife and down at his daughter, oh god his daughter, her neck was swollen and red, her eyes full of tear, a red handprint on her look as bright as the blood on the story, 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 Elwyn Brooks White fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling scream sharp enough to pierce his homicidal mission and kibosh his fist a simple two in from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the reason a wad of brunette hairsbreadth still in his paw as he ascended the steps with fall 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 steps to tend to Kyle, she said no Logos to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many years of nursing truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a brilliant job with her equipment at dwelling that Kyle only went to the hospital as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his left eye now because of all the broken 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 red cent right field HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched tooth."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 little baby from some pervish bitch 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 barbaric ? YES !, Was it lethal ? tinker's damn right, but you want to know a secret I'm sword lily he did it I'm sword lily he beat that niggling turd half to death…he tried to ravish my daughter MY FUCKING girl and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those live few words through her teeth clenching her fist the blood barely able to glut around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN LINE TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT lawyer which means I have the means to press rush against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal vengeance.
"And I'm The police police sergeant and my bestfriend from puerility is the tribal chief of police force so I have the joining to try your son as an adult and your baby boy won't see daylight for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his substructure with daring intent in his for both Mr. and Mrs Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"well it looks like we're at an dead-end street. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean value this townsfolk, City, or State I want his ass out of Everglade State and out of the East Coast Now ! I don't give a piece of tail what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing mission and using every dirty maneuver to get him locked up for as recollective as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fervour and hatred in her eyes made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was adjacent to speak,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her married man, and formed her defensive expostulation, but was silenced by a undulation of his hand."If my son faces no jail metre I'll send him to live with my crony in texas, but when we're at work I need to cognise 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 Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a jeopardize 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 week it took to get the arrangements set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said a lot and no one faulted him for protecting his sister. When Kyle showed up at the hospital word bed cover around quickly even reaching the local news about what happened and that was probably all the more rationality that both parents wanted to take out their kids from the spotlight so desperately. In the two hebdomad since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school, and she even developed a clique at school when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made thing gentle for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, mass were immolating her now wearing the absurd colours and even weirder point that she loved to grace herself with and she seemed happy to have acquaintance, but he hardly spoke and didn't really kick in any adios's. His only when really motion in those two hebdomad was the hugs he gave his phratry especially his baby before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turn 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 surprise he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clarify a few things, this is not a rape fib, I mean well this persona 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 cliff hanger but the conclusion paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to start out Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want to a greater extent, positive or negative scuttlebutt accepted I'll use it all to be a sound writer.~~~~~~~






autumn woke up to an excessively aloud motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The sound faded in and out of with the curves of her neighborhood but then roared to a check outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to cause the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and remainder, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front room access, her dad smell like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajama. Her Dad, in greenish Bathroom with gold letters that said"Captain"he moved through his deputy publicity so quickly there was hardly a stop in appointing it. Her mom in a long pinko bathrobe with faded letters 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 lily-livered smileys in deep black rimmed drinking glass.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his cover to the phratry ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his scant brunette locks, as he slid off his jacket. One arm had a tattoo on it but she couldn't make out what it said. What she could progress to out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 Ezra Loomis Pound that looked to be thoroughgoing muscle. With his dorsum still turned he finally spoke,"You've gotten honest-to-goodness, You've pay back fatter, and You've obtain taller"he turned and looked at the confused family, as they all adjusted to his aspect. Then Autumn read his tattoo, it said…"D-day"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his arms jumping up to his new found altitude and he twirled her in her arm. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother 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 drive and a young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the perplex family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the stunner in his arms,"Let me introduce my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until adjacent month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the coldness one week from Christmas ? Or are you going to receive us in to catch 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 fulfill you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 skipper Day, my birthday was two workweek ago Dec 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 Christ mom why not ask her which side is our ducky screwing position."Darren replied with the uttermost annoyance.
This was the serious soap opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her mother's face, the infliction in her brother's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a valet de chambre, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs Day responded,"Welcome to the kinsperson Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





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