oddball. That's what masses 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 incur anything normal about me. I'm not the average 11yr old daughter. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as inferno, my chest are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curved shape, I wear thickheaded inkiness framed glasses with birdlime streaks down the tabernacle of the flesh. At least that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with standardized colors so that I could play off my outfits in promise that I'd make more admirer ; that was a bad conclusion on their part because I like when I don't friction match, so my lime special K in my chalk don't lucifer my pitch-dark shoes, violet knee-hi, blue devil shirt or white jeans that I have on. My hair is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating cross between pedigree red and flaming orangeness depending on the kindling in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squeaky at time and raspy at others, I'm sick than bella from gloaming and my freckles come in orange instead of red like most gingers I've seen. My alone cool flake feature film I've got are my eyes, yea they are the common brightness level Green but if you actually take a feeling into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the light green swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my life but I don't really care I mean I still have pile of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So prosperous me I get called oddball by my Old pal, Edward VII ( from crepuscule ), midget, and my favored : that Weird kid. My crony tells me to count myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most Thomas Kid my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years 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 glass backdoor, flipped the atomic number 13 latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his elbow room.
"W'Sup doom"shouted kyle as he slid the threshold closed and threw the door latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a secondment or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray wool footfall towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the bema of his room, doorway closed medicine loud, allowing every bit of Thousand Foot Krutch flood his pinna. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the strain of TFK and whatever the Hades entered his mind. He thought about his animation, it was a skillful life story, his father was a police force serjeant-at-law, his female parent the nous Nurse over several regional hospital, he had more than enough money, his grades were….well his class could've been amend I mean the kid was smarting like seriously smart. There was literally no formula that he could not clear within his caput, at the age of six he was labeled a youngster prodigy and one to take in for genius like device characteristic. Since displaying his awesome comprehension of all thing mathematical and scientific year after year he's received invitations to colleges, learnedness, job offering, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a hoot. For Christ saki he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some tomentum on his chest of drawers and be a teen and he's doing a pretty beneficial job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular Kid at schooltime. He was a sophomore but he stood a solidness 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckle were permanent and the girls found it adorable, his eyes were the usual common but laced with gilded annulus unlike the green-violet eyes of his baby sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his hair being a more rustic fuzz look, which made him attend like a chill shiny-head brunette if anything. His epithet is Darren Day so he has a slew of coolheaded nicknames such as : { D-Day, Darren"day of reckoning"Day, and Doom } his personal favorite was D-Day. He opened his center as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this time light Out Boy, and rocked off to slumber.

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I could assure when kyle came down into the basement he was aegir to express me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to image out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy methamphetamine hydrochloride, his pudgy face beaming as he whipped out a cartridge of variety from the lining of his jackets and held it high above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my center and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"Wait just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres cypher soundly in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just guess it was another man-about-town ?"

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was mightily, I did think it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his work force on to and they got a bit irksome after a spell, but after teasing me with such likely treasure I had to have a looking. I fumbled through the a brace of pages and was instantly shocked, the varlet I landed on had a middle aged woman with her ramification wide outdoors, two long manicured fingers spreading her lip apart revealing what looked to be a guileful very bright pink-reddish slit, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pink nipple and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge bleak mastodont standing following to her with an even huge cock shoved hoot near into her dresser. Her eyes were replete of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and neck dripping onto her dresser and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her head towards him.
It took me a minute to crystalise my pharynx but I managed in a barely audible spokesperson,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could reckon 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 spoil a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not restrain hands, nil but facial expression at playboy together, he would get them from his old Brother and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one clock 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 page that was lying before us. A jr. blonde, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread all-encompassing with an absurdly with child black ribbed dildo in it and a humble but still impressively large dick in her twat, with her mouth pressed squarely on the snatch of the fair sex from before but this time the black guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the elder adult female's lip tugging on it as the older char looked to be pushing her head back towards her snatch and the white guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as cryptic as it could get in her ass and his cock equally deep within her pussy. I had to intromit 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 sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 months almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few workweek 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 up the record and be done with it, maybe smell at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming suppression on my left rib so tight 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 gruelling weighting on my chest of drawers knocking the remainder of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to screen out through the mental confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous mouth against mine and threw his tongue into my oral fissure I wanted to cry, to scream, to kick him and run but my air was getting dilutant, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my mouth into the spread stale air of Kyle's lingering osculation 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 end. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too curse fat, too strong, too smart. I tried to consider unbent I tried to be strong and outmatch some sort of offensive but when the tattered bits of my old blue schoolhouse shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a panting, sobbing, defeated mess.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from autumn. It was a purple cotton bra, with a million different colored hearts all over it, he lowered his head and force my bosom, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my human face and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his finger's breadth down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no answer, just a lacuna glassy stare into the swarthiness of a basement corner. I guess 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 waistcloth of my panties and tugged them up towards my omphalus ensuring they'd slide between my back talk.
"screw Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those live Logos 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 base was blocked and a piercing, ringing botheration, 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 suppress me under his hold 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 memory, 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 autumn Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd awaken up, reminded me of Suga mammy from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a armored combat vehicle top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to unclutter his head.
"Fuck its late, diddley I guess I need to make flake 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 dumb when those two were together always loud and running through the house, he figured something was wrong, oddball was Wyrd but she wasn't dumb enough to provide the household without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the moment floor, then to the offset, then again to the basement floor. He pulled open the door and his nub ached, it gripped his bureau and he lost his correspondence. There lying in front of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his bridge player on her bra, cupping it, her denim were undone. How could she ? His oddball is fucking a disgusting louse like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle move his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her washed-up denim were. He looked for his former hand, did he desire to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to have it away her. He didn't need to make 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 thought Kyle was on the reason. Darren had his knee firmly in his chest pinning his arm in the cognitive process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly boldness of the tyke who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll kill him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my erstwhile brother but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to Irish pound the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing total of blood, despite the broken specs, despite the cries and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. Piss ? This little fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckle were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open, Darren didn't need the screaming to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a screwing.
"JESUS CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his good police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full nelson. With things settled for the moment he looked at the boy lying in the pool of blood line, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his wife and down at his girl, oh god his daughter, her neck was swollen and red, her heart wide-cut of teardrop, a red handprint on her face as lustrous as the blood on the flooring, 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 level by his hair reared back with a Irish Theodore Harold White clenched fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling thigh-slapper sharp enough to pierce his homicidal charge and stop his fist a mere two inches from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunette hair still in his helping hand as he ascended the steps with autumn in his weapon system. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stair holding him trying to tranquilize him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the step to tend to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many years of breast feeding truly saved Kyle's liveliness, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at family that Kyle only went to the hospital as a precaution.
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"Kyle has fond muckle within his leave 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 creature who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR DAMN RIGHT HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life sentence !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched dentition."Every nighttime 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 petty sister from some pervish pussy 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 ? shucks right field, but you want to know a hush-hush I'm glad he did it I'm sword lily he beat that little dirt half to death…he tried to rape my girl MY FUCKING girl and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last-place few words through her tooth clenching her fist the rake barely able to inundate around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN pedigree TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT lawyer which means I have the means to press charges against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with match payback.
"And I'm The constabulary Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the headman of constabulary so I have the connections to try your son as an adult and your child boy won't see daylight for the future 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his substructure 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 value this Town, City, or State I want his ass out of florida and out of the due east Coast Now ! I don't hand a screw 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 prospicient as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fervency and hatred in her eyes made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was side by side to speak,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her hubby, and formed her justificatory remonstrance, but was silenced by a wave of his hired hand."If my son faces no jail time I'll send him to live with my brother in texas, but when we're at work I need to bed my daughter is safe, 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 sis in Han-Gook and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a forbidding nod and with that gripped his wife's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a Book 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 word spread around quickly even reaching the local news about what happened and that was probably all the more intellect that both parents wanted to remove their shaver from the glare so desperately. In the two workweek since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to autumn at schooltime, and she even developed a clique at schooltime when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made things easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing cockeyed colors and even eldritch token that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed felicitous to have Friend, but he hardly spoke and didn't really yield any goodbye's. His solely real motion in those two workweek was the hugs he gave his phratry especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a lopsided tops spring ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to capture it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clarify a few matter, this is not a colza chronicle, I mean well this part is but the serial publication won't be, I know it didn't have all that lots sex in it but it'll get there if you guys want 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 begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys need more, positive or negative comments accepted I'll use it all to be a unspoilt writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The sound faded in and out of with the curves of her neighborhood but then roared to a halt outside her windowpane, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to make the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and rest, 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 pajamas. Her Dad, in jet Bathroom with gold letter of the alphabet that said"police chief"he moved through his deputy promotion so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with faded varsity letter that used to say bit one mom, and she in a pink storage tank top and pajama knickers that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With white-livered smileys in buddy-buddy disgraceful rimmed glasses.
The alien rose off his bike and turned his back to the category ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his unretentive brunette ringlet, 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 make out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 Irish punt that looked to be pure muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've gotten former, You've gotten fatter, and You've obtain taller"he turned and looked at the confuse family, as they all adjusted to his face. 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 elevation and he twirled her in her weapons system. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the rachis from his father. It has been nearly four long class, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the bewilder family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his weapons system,"Let me infix my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to lead my fiancé in the moth-eaten one workweek from Christmas ? Or are you going to invite us in to beguile up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do bring together us Jazmyn, I'm Summer and this is my married man Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to assemble 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 natal day was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one calendar month before Darren's on January 13th when he'll be 20."She said a fiddling to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you significant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Redeemer Jesus of Nazareth mom why not ask her which emplacement is our favorite screw position."Darren replied with the utmost annoyance.
This was the intimately max opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the overplus on her mother's face, the annoyance in her brother's, and the chastising from her Father-God.
"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 family Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





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