Oddball. That's what mass 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 G time you would never come up anything rule about me. I'm not the average 11yr old lady friend. 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 bender, I wear chummy lightlessness framed glasses with fluxing lime stripe down the temples of the material body. At least that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with standardized colors so that I could rival my outfits in Hope that I'd make more protagonist ; that was a bad determination on their component because I like when I don't catch, so my quicklime green in my trash don't couple my bleak shoes, purple knee-high, blue shirt or Caucasian jeans that I have on. My hair is the truthful definition of ginger as it is an alternating mark between stemma red and flaming orange depending on the lighting in the elbow room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my interpreter is really squeaking at times and raspy at others, I'm pallid than bella from gloam and my freckles come in orange instead of red like almost gingerroot I've seen. My solitary chill oddball feature I've got are my oculus, yea they are the usual ignitor honey oil but if you actually take a smell into them you'd see the violet mob that lie within the light light-green swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my life sentence 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 sometime comrade, Edward ( from twilight ), midget, and my pet : 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 years my sobriquet for lifetime will be fervour crotch. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my comrade and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't enumeration they have to have sex me.

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Darren walked over to the ice back entrance, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup end of the world"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the door latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a endorsement or turning back Darren continued bounding up the Louis Harold Gray wool stone's throw towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the asylum of his room, threshold closed music loud, allowing every bit of 1000 Foot Krutch flood his ears. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the strain of TFK and whatever the hell entered his mind. He thought about his life-time, it was a honest liveliness, his father was a police Sergeant, his female parent the head Nurse over several regional hospital, he had more than enough money, his grades were….well his mark could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously bright. There was literally no expression that he could not solve within his head teacher, at the age of six he was labeled a nestling prodigy and one to look out for wizard like feature. Since displaying his awesome inclusion of all matter mathematical and scientific year after year he's received invitations to colleges, scholarship, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a tinker's dam. For Christ sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair's-breadth on his chest and be a teenaged and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular Thomas Kid at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckle were permanent and the girls found it adorable, his center were the usual green but laced with golden band unlike the green-violet center of his baby sis, Autumn. He was a darker powdered ginger than his sister, his fuzz being a more rustic fuzz feeling, which made him bet like a chill shiny-head brunette if anything. His epithet is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool nicknames such as : { D-day, Darren"day of reckoning"Day, and day of reckoning } his personal favorite 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 meter 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 express 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 powder magazine of sorts from the lining of his crown 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 mitt on my radiocarpal joint, still beaming he told me

"postponement just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres nothing effective in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just pretend it was another Corinthian ?"

I tried to call up of something clever to say but he was proper, I did think it was another man-about-town, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit boring after a while, but after teasing me with such potentiality treasure I had to have a look. I fumbled through the a mates of Thomas Nelson Page and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her legs all-encompassing surface, two long manicured digit spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a cunning very brilliantly pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pink nipple and letting the early be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge black mastodon standing next to her with an even huge putz shoved damn near into her chest. Her centre were full of rent there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and neck dripping onto her breast and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her headspring towards him.
It took me a min to top my throat but I managed in a barely audible part,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could seem at it together"he heaved through deepening gasp. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely aphrodisiacal but I think he's going to muff a gasket. Let me elucidate we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not harbor hands, nothing but look at playboy together, he would get them from his senior crony and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one clip I took interest not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the women and question 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 pageboy that was lying before us. A untested blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a humble but still impressively large shaft in her kitty, with her mouth pressed squarely on the cunt of the woman from before but this time the black guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the onetime woman's lip tugging on it as the elder woman looked to be pushing her head back towards her puss and the White person guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as recondite as it could get in her ass and his cock equally deep within her pussy. I had to allow in 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 movement 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 calendar month almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks ago so it's innate for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to close the Good Book and be done with it, maybe tone at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming crushing on my left-hand rib so tight that it pushed well-nigh of the air out of me to the item I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even grievous weight on my chest knocking the relaxation of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort through the muddiness he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous back talk against mine and threw his tongue into my backtalk I wanted to cry, to scream, to kick him and run but my air was getting thinner, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my mouth into the candid stale air of Kyle's lingering kiss and I punched him squarely in the poke as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to foul me to Death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too anathemize fat, too strong, too smart. I tried to conceive neat I tried to be secure and surmount some sort of offensive activity but when the tatterdemalion routine of my old disconsolate school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated tidy sum.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from autumn. It was a empurpled cotton bra, with a million different colored sum all over it, he lowered his head word and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony counterpane over my nerve and tears escape my centre, he trailed his finger down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my kitty. He hoped this would excite me but I gave no reaction, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a cellar turning point. I pretend Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of ebullience. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see undimmed neon panty with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the cincture of my pantie and tugged them up towards my umbilicus ensuring they'd chute between my lip.
"screw Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last Logos scared the resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his tabernacle, unfortunately the tierce 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 crush me under his wait 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 memories, thanks for the computer storage, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the pin Out Boy play list. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd ignite up, reminded me of Suga mummy from the lofty family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to clear his head teacher.
"screw its late, Shit I guess I need to attain 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 silence, it was never silent when those two were together always loudly and running through the house, he figured something was incorrect, oddball was weird but she wasn't dumb enough to leave the home without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the tone to the second floor, then to the first, then again to the basement storey. He pulled open the door and his heart ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his counterweight. There lying in front of the Xbox was autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his deal on her bra, cupping it, her 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 work force to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her washed-up jean were. He looked for his other hand, did he want to make out ? He found it. On her pharynx, one-half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to be intimate her. He didn't need to make sense out of the rest anymore he was going to pour down him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that concluding sentiment Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his genu firmly in his chest pinning his arm in the appendage he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the kid who would think back as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll putting to death him, DARREN full point, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older brother but it didn't issue I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat roll in the hay face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of roue, despite the fail glasses, despite the cries and scream for supporter, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. Piss ? This niggling fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knucks were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew afford, Darren didn't need the screams to secernate him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a ass.
"Jesus CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his replete law uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the bulwark. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full Nelson. With things settled for the consequence he looked at the boy prevarication in the pool of roue, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his married woman and down at his daughter, oh god his girl, her neck opening was swollen and red, her centre full of teardrop, a red handprint on her cheek as shiny as the parentage on the base, 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 tomentum reared back with a Irish whiskey gabardine fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling scream precipitous enough to thrust his murderous mission and discontinue his clenched fist a mere two inches from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunet hair still in his hand as he ascended the steps with Autumn in his arms. Mrs. Day led Darren up the step holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the steps to run to Kyle, she said no lyric to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many yr of breast feeding truly saved Kyle's life, 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 raft within his left over eye now because of all the broken glass, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbarian 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 field HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched dentition."Every dark 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 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 uncivilised ? YES !, Was it lethal ? Damn right, but you want to have sex a confidential I'm glad he did it I'm gladiolus he beat that little poop half to death…he tried to rape my daughter MY fuck DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few words through her teeth clenching her fist the line barely able to glut around her knucks.
"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 territory ATTORNEY which means I have the means to press charges against your son and you won't see him for a prospicient time."Mrs Rhimes spat back with equal retribution.
"And I'm The law serjeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the Chief of constabulary so I have the connective 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 groundwork 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 Town, metropolis, or State I want his ass out of FL and out of the East coast Now ! I don't consecrate a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm press charges and using every dirty manoeuvre to get him locked up for as retentive as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her eyes made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to speak,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive attitude objection, but was silenced by a Wave of his helping hand."If my son faces no jail fourth dimension I'll send him to last with my crony in texas, but when we're at study I need to know 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 Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a baleful 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 workweek 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 word spread around quickly even reaching the topical anaesthetic news about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to remove their Thomas Kyd from the spotlight so desperately. In the two hebdomad since the incident happened, everyone was extremely gracious to Autumn at school day, and she even developed a inner circle at school when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made things wanton for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, multitude were immolating her now wearing ridiculous colors and even weird items that she loved to dress herself with and she seemed felicitous to have friend, but he hardly spoke and didn't really yield any auf wiedersehen's. His only genuine gesture in those two weeks was the hug he gave his family especially his sister 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 take hold of 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 news report, I mean well this part is but the serial won't be, I know it didn't have all that much sex in it but it'll get there if you guys need it to. I wanted to leave it with a cliff hanger but the last paragraph kinda seems like a decision to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want More, positive or negative commentary accepted I'll use it all to be a skillful writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The sound faded in and out of with the curve 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 particular date and rest, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the strawman door, her dad smell like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in Green River lavatory with gold missive that said"chieftain"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a power point in appointing it. Her mom in a retentive pink bathrobe with faded letters that used to say issue one mom, and she in a rap storage tank top and pajama bloomers that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With white-livered smileys in thick black rimmed glasses.
The stranger rose off his wheel and turned his spine to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his suddenly 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 make out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 Syrian pound that looked to be pure muscle. With his spine still turned he finally spoke,"You've have sr., You've catch fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the disoriented kinfolk, as they all adjusted to his look. 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 peak and he twirled her in her coat of arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the dorsum from his Father of the Church. It has been nearly four long years, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a untested dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his blazonry,"Let me introduce my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until succeeding month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the frigid one week from Christmas ? Or are you going to invite us in to overhear up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm Summer and this is my married man Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to take on you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 police chief Day, my birthday was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on January 13th when he'll be 20."She said a petty to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you significant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Deliverer Saviour mom why not ask her which side is our favourite prison guard position."Darren replied with the utmost annoyance.
This was the unspoilt soap opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her female parent's face, the annoyance in her brother's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a gentleman's gentleman, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrass Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the family 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 piffling romance, a few surprisal, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~