Oddball. That's what people call me, well mainly my comrade but I guess he has a intellect to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a yard times you would never happen anything normal about me. I'm not the norm 11yr old girl. I'm shortly around 4'3, I'm skinny as netherworld, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curved shape, I wear midst sinister framed glasses with calcium hydroxide streak down the temples of the framing. At to the lowest degree that's the colour for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with standardised coloration so that I could match my getup in hopes that I'd make more than booster ; that was a bad decision on their portion because I like when I don't lucifer, so my lime green in my spyglass don't match my black shoes, purple knee-high, depressed shirt or white denim that I have on. My haircloth is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming orangeness depending on the lighting in the elbow room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my spokesperson is really squeaky at prison term and raspy at others, I'm wan than bella from fall and my freckles come in orange instead of red like most gingers I've seen. My only cool off oddball feature I've got are my heart, yea they are the usual twinkle Green River but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet mob that lie within the sparkle green 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 oddball by my older Brother, Black Prince ( from twilight ), midget, and my favorite : that weird kid. My chum tells me to count myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most fry my age don't know anything about pubescence, but in a few years my nickname for life-time will be terminate genitalia. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my chum and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't counting they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the glass back entrance, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his hound and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup DOOM"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a endorse or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray wool measure 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 yard Foot Krutch flood his ears. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his middle and drifted between the melodies of TFK and whatever the hell entered his intellect. He thought about his life, it was a good lifespan, his father was a police Sergeant, his mother the question nursemaid over several regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his grades were….well his grades could've been safe I mean the kid was sassy like seriously smart. There was literally no formula that he could not work within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a child prognostication and one to watch for genius like characteristics. Since displaying his amazing inclusion of all things mathematical and scientific twelvemonth after year he's received invitations to colleges, eruditeness, job fling, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Christ saki he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his breast and be a teenaged and he's doing a pretty commodity job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at schooltime. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckles were permanent and the girls found it adorable, his eyes were the usual green but laced with halcyon rings unlike the green-violet eyes of his baby sister, autumn. He was a darker pep than his sister, his hairsbreadth being a more rustic copper looking at, which made him look like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His epithet is Darren Day so he has a slew of nerveless nicknames such as : { 6 June 1944, Darren"day of reckoning"Day, and Doom } his personal favorite was D-Day. He opened his eyes as the medicine 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 log Z's.

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I could recite when kyle came down into the basement he was tidal bore to depict me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to count on out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy field glass, his dumpy face beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the facing of his jackets 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 manus on my carpus, still beaming he told me

"Wait just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres goose egg trade good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what powder magazine this is ? Or did you just guess it was another playboy ?"

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was in good order, I did think it was another playboy, 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 potential difference gem I had to let a look. I fumbled through the a distich of varlet and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a heart aged woman with her wooden leg wide-cut open air, two long manicured finger's breadth spreading her mouth apart revealing what looked to be a slick very shiny pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark garden pink tit and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge black mastodon standing next to her with an even huger dick shoved tinker's damn near into her chest. Her eyes were replete of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and cervix dripping onto her bureau and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her head towards him.
It took me a min to clear my pharynx but I managed in a barely audible articulation,

"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 flub a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not make helping hand, nothing but spirit at Corinthian together, he would get them from his older brothers and aspect 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 attend 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 care back to the new page that was lying before us. A young blonde, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly orotund blackamoor ribbed dildo in it and a small-scale but still impressively enceinte tool in her cunt, with her mouth pressed squarely on the pussy of the woman from before but this time the fateful guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the older charwoman's lip tugging on it as the older char looked to be pushing her head back towards her puss and the Patrick Victor Martindale White guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as trench as it could get in her ass and his turncock equally mysterious within her pussy. I had to let in It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that concern 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 horse sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 months 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 down the Christian Bible 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 left rib so smashed that it pushed near of the air out of me to the point I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my rear and felt an even wakeless weight on my chest knocking the rest 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, greasy lip against mine and threw his tongue into my mouth I wanted to cry, to scream, to complain him and run but my air was getting diluent, my pharynx grew hot, my tongue darted out of my lip into the open stale air of Kyle's lingering 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 end. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too infernal fat, too strong, too smart. I tried to think straight I tried to be stiff and exceed some sort of offence but when the tattered bits of my old blue-blooded school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heave, sobbing, defeated hatful.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from autumn. It was a empurple cotton wool bra, with a million different colored kernel all over it, he lowered his mind and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the torture spread head over my face and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his fingers down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my blue jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no reception, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement corner. I estimate Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of enthusiasm. 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 waistband of my panties and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd slide between my sassing.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe fraught too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those hold out Good Book scared the resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his temple, unfortunately the one-third was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him smash me under his waiting and his firey breathing time on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One Night, yeah, and one more than clock 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 crepuscle Out Boy playlist. It's suspect how Kyle could never fall asleep without medicine and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga mammy from the proud menage. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the nighttime and tried to assoil his head.
"Fuck its late, Shit I guess I need to make geek her dinner party, Kyle too I guess if he's still here, I don't even know what we have cle—"
Then it hit him, the secretiveness, it was never understood when those two were together always garish and running through the house, he figured something was wrong, flake was eldritch but she wasn't dumb enough to leave the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the minute floor, then to the low gear, then again to the basement storey. He pulled open the threshold and his bosom ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his balance. There lying in strawman of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his helping hand on her bra, cupping it, her jeans were undone. How could she ? His eccentric person 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 matter, very close to in between them…where her undone jeans were. He looked for his former hand, did he want to lie with ? He found it. On her throat, one-half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to bed her. He didn't need to make sense out of the rest anymore he was going to pop him, I mean he was really going to pop him. And with that final intellection Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his stifle 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 tiddler who would call up as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"occlusion you'll putting to death him, DARREN full point, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my Old brother but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of descent, despite the broken glass, despite the call and thigh-slapper for supporter, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. Piss ? This slight fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's methamphetamine and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the doorway flew opened, Darren didn't need the screams to distinguish him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a shag.
"JESUS CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE nookie"Mr. Day still in his full police force 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 moment he looked at the boy lying 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 tears, a red handprint on her nerve 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 action he lifted kyle off the level by his tomentum reared back with a Irish white fist and heard his married woman's bloodcurdling scream sharp enough to pierce his homicidal mission and stop his fist a bare two inch from the boy's look. He dropped kyle to the reason a wad of brunet hair still in his hand as he ascended the footfall with autumn in his arms. Mrs Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to cool off him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the stone's throw to be given to Kyle, she said no discussion to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many yr of nursing truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home base that Kyle only went to the infirmary as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial derivative sight within his left eye now because of all the broken deoxyephedrine, 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 DAMN RIGHT HE COULD'VE, and I saved his lifespan !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every dark when I go to kip I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his fiddling babe 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 savage ? YES !, Was it lethal ? Damn right field, but you want to know a hidden I'm gladiolus he did it I'm glad he beat that trivial shit half to death…he tried to outrage my daughter MY shtup DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few intelligence through her teeth clenching her fist the pedigree barely able to glut around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a error but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN product line TO BE D.A. get that ? That's district attorney which means I have the mean to constrict billing 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 Sergeant and my bestfriend from puerility is the Chief of Police so I have the connections to try your son as an adult and your baby boy won't see day for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his invertebrate foot with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this townspeople, City, or DoS I want his ass out of florida and out of the East seashore Now ! I don't afford a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing guardianship and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as long as I can unfairly get."She meant it the flak and hatred in her eyes made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to verbalise,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his script."If my son faces no jail time I'll send him to hold out with my comrade in Texas, but when we're at work I need to sleep together my daughter is safety, 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 threatening nod and with that gripped his wife's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a intelligence to him, or the two week it took to get the musical arrangement set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said practically and no one faulted him for protecting his Sister. When Kyle showed up at the hospital intelligence feast around quickly even reaching the local news about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to off their Kyd from the spotlight so desperately. In the two workweek since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to autumn at school day, and she even developed a pack at school when people realized how cool down she can be once you talk to her. This made things easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, citizenry were immolating her now wearing idiotic coloring material and even weirder items that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed well-chosen to have friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any arrivederci's. His only real number gesture in those two weeks was the hugs he gave his family especially his babe before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the logic gate turning and throwing a lopsided super bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to overtake 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 violation story, 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 want it to. I wanted to leave it with a cliff hanger but the last paragraph kinda seems like a ending to me so I'm going to lead off Chapter 2 here to see if you guys need more, confident or blackball 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 curved shape of her neighborhood 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 ingest the day off together, a day they planned to use for a appointment and remainder, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front doorway, her dad smelling like chocolate and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in viridity can with amber alphabetic character that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant advancement so quickly there was hardly a level in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with washy varsity letter that used to say issue one mom, and she in a pink tank top and pj's pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With sensationalistic smileys in thick black rimmed glasses.
The alien rose off his bike and turned his back to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his shortly brunette ignition lock, 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 pounds that looked to be pure brawniness. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've take older, You've perplex fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the fuddle class, 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 height and he twirled her in her arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the binding from his father. It has been nearly four retentive years, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a vernal dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his weaponry,"Let me bring out my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until side by side month."
"True, so are you going to go forth my fiancé in the cold one hebdomad from Christmastime ? Or are you going to invite us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do connect us Jazmyn, I'm summer and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to meet you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 police captain Day, my birthday was two hebdomad ago December 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
"the Nazarene Christ mom why not ask her which position is our preferred screw position."Darren replied with the farthermost vexation.
This was the best scoop opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the plethora on her mother's expression, the botheration in her buddy's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a man, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the kinfolk Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't fig it out the next installment is gon na have a lot of sex, and a slight romance, a few surprise, and hopefully a full story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~