flake. That's what citizenry call me, well mainly my pal but I guess he has a grounds to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thou times you would never find anything pattern about me. I'm not the average 11yr old miss. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my titty are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no bend, I wear thick black framed glasses with basswood streaks down the tabernacle of the frame. At least that's the coloring material for today, my parents spent a lot on my methamphetamine with standardized colors so that I could correspond my turnout in hopes that I'd make more Quaker ; that was a bad conclusion on their piece because I like when I don't match, so my lime hydrate green in my eyeglasses don't friction match my black shoes, purple knee-high, blue shirt or Edward D. White denim that I have on. My hair is the dependable definition of ginger as it is an alternating interbreeding between blood red and flaming orange depending on the lighting in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really screechy at time and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from fall and my freckles come in orange instead of red like nigh gingers I've seen. My only when poise geek feature of speech I've got are my eyes, yea they are the usual light commons but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the light green swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my aliveness but I don't really care I mean I still have plenty of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So favorable me I get called oddball by my sure-enough brother, Edward ( from twilight ), midget, and my favorite : that unearthly kid. My brother tells me to number myself favourable because I'm still prepubertal and virtually kids my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years my nickname for life story will be fire crotch. 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 count they have to do it me.

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Darren walked over to the crank back entrance, flipped the aluminium latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup DOOM"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the door latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray wool stairs towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the asylum 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 eyes and drifted between the strain of TFK and whatever the blaze entered his judgment. He thought about his life, it was a good life, his father was a Police Sergeant, his mother the head Nurse over several regional hospital, he had more than plenty money, his grade were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously smart. There was literally no chemical formula that he could not solve within his headspring, at the age of six he was labeled a child portent and one to find out for mavin like characteristics. Since displaying his awing comprehension of all thing mathematical and scientific year after twelvemonth he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a tinker's damn. For Christ sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his dresser and be a teen and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most pop kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his freckles were permanent and the girl found it adorable, his middle were the usual green but laced with gilded ring unlike the green-violet eyes of his baby sister, autumn. He was a darker ginger than his babe, his hair being a more rustic bull look, which made him count like a chill shiny-head brunette if anything. His epithet is Darren Day so he has a plenty of cool sobriquet such as : { D-Day, Darren"doomsday"Day, and Doom } his personal front-runner was D-Day. He opened his middle as the medicine ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another play list, this meter settle Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could tell when kyle came down into the basement he was eager to show me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to figure out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy chicken feed, his pudgy typeface beaming as he whipped out a magazine of variety from the lining of his cap and held it heights above his drumhead. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another Corinthian. I rolled my centre and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his handwriting on my wrist, still beaming he told me

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

I tried to cerebrate of something clever to say but he was right, I did cogitate it was another playboy, 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 potential treasure I had to have a face. I fumbled through the a duad of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her stage across-the-board open, two long manicured finger spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a slick very promising pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pink mammilla and letting the early be crushed by the massive thigh of the huge black mastodon standing next to her with an even huger cock shoved damn near into her chest. Her eyes were full of weeping there was…cum ? Dribbling down her chin and neck opening dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her head towards him.
It took me a mo 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 face at it together"he heaved through deepening gasps. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely aphrodisiacal but I think he's going to shoot a line a gasket. Let me elucidate we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not buss, not hold hand, naught but spirit at playboy together, he would get them from his older sidekick and feel at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took interest not because I'm a les or anything but because I could reckon at the woman and wonder if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my attending back to the new page that was lying before us. A younger blonde, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large fateful ribbed dildo in it and a lowly but still impressively large tool in her pussycat, with her mouth pressed squarely on the pussy of the cleaning woman from before but this time the smuggled guy wasn't there. She had her dentition on the sharpness of the senior 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 pecker 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 cause I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes common 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 conclude the book of account and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming stifling on my left rib so pixilated that it pushed most 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 impenetrable weight on my chest knocking the eternal rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort through the disarray he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy sassing 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 thinner, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my sassing into the open 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 destruction. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too strong, too smart. I tried to call back straight I tried to be strong and surmount some kind of offence but when the tattered fleck of my old gentle school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated batch.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from autumn. It was a empurple cotton bra, with a million different colored ticker all over it, he lowered his capitulum and squeezed my white meat, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony bed cover over my face and binge escape my eyes, he trailed his fingers down to my milklike tummy, to the tip of my blue jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my kitty. He hoped this would fire me but I gave no reply, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement box. I opine Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of exuberance. He angrily fumbled with my 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 ensuring they'd swoop between my lip.
"shtup autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last Scripture 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 was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain in the neck, dead reckoning through my ear, vibrating through my boldness and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the elbow room was literally spinning as I felt him smash me under his time lag and his firey breath on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one more fourth dimension, Thanks for the memory board, thanks for the retentiveness, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the downfall Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never go down asleep without euphony and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga momma from the proud phratry. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank car top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to sack his point.
"nookie its deep, poop I guess I need to make oddball her dinner, Kyle too I guess if he's still here, I don't even know what we have cle—"
Then it hit him, the silence, it was never silent when those two were together always loud and running through the house, he figured something was wrong, oddball 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 second base, then to the offset, then again to the cellar floor. He pulled open the threshold and his spirit ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his counterbalance. 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 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 be active his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone jeans were. He looked for his other mitt, did he want to know ? He found it. On her pharynx, one-half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to eff her. He didn't need to establish sentiency out of the rest anymore he was going to kill him, I mean he was really going to obliterate him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his knee 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 cheek of the shaver who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"full stop you'll kill him, DARREN stay, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my former brother but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to punt the fat fucks face, hitting him in his nuzzle despite the increasing amount of roue, despite the broken deoxyephedrine, despite the cries and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boy leg. Piss ? This little fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his brass knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and dentition.
Unexpectedly, the door flew open, Darren didn't need the screech to tell him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a nooky.
"Saviour CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE screwing"Mr. Day still in his wide-cut police force uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to march on he easily put him into a full Viscount 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 married woman and down at his daughter, oh god his daughter, her neck was swollen and red, her eyes full of snag, a red handprint on her face as undimmed as the line of descent on the trading floor, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the storey and almost on reflex he lifted kyle off the floor by his hair reared back with a Irish ashen clenched fist and hear his wife's bloodcurdling scream crisp enough to thrust his murderous mission and check his fist a mere two inches from the boy's font. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunette hair still in his hand as he ascended the footmark with autumn in his arms. Mrs. Day led Darren up the steps holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the footmark to tend to Kyle, she said no Scripture 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 magnificent job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the hospital as a caution.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his leftfield 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 brute 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 history !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every night when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his little sister 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 uncivilized ? YES !, Was it lethal ? Damn right, but you want to have a go at it a secret I'm sword lily he did it I'm glad he beat that little whoreson half to death…he tried to violate my girl MY shag DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few lyric through her teeth clenching her fist the stemma barely capable to inundate around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN production line TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT attorney which means I have the agency to entreat charges against your son and you won't see him for a retentive time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with match vengeance.
"And I'm The law sergeant-at-law and my bestfriend from childhood is the gaffer of police so I have the connections to try your son as an adult and your babe boy won't see daylight for the following 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his invertebrate foot with daring intention in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"fountainhead it looks like we're at an blind alley. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Town, City, or State I want his ass out of florida and out of the Orient seacoast Now ! I don't hold a fuck 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 longsighted 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 address,"pile !"Mrs Day looked appalled at her married man, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his deal."If my son faces no clink time I'll send him to live with my Brother in texas, but when we're at work 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 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 Christian Bible 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 great deal and no one faulted him for protecting his baby. When Kyle showed up at the hospital word scatter around quickly even reaching the local anesthetic news about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to remove their kids from the glare so desperately. In the two weeks since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school, and she even developed a ingroup at school when people realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made things comfortable for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing cockeyed colours and even weirder items that she loved to beautify herself with and she seemed happy to sustain acquaintance, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any so long's. His only veridical motion in those two weeks was the hugs he gave his home especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a cockeyed super bounce testis 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 geek ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the pauperism to clarify a few matter, this is not a violation story, I mean well this component is but the series won't be, I know it didn't have all that practically sex in it but it'll get there if you guys want it to. I wanted to leave it with a drop-off hanger but the last paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to start out Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want more, positive or negative gossip accepted I'll use it all to be a near writer.~~~~~~~






fall woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her locality. The auditory sensation faded in and out of with the curves of her neighbourhood but then roared to a stay 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 repose, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front door, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in Green lavatory with atomic number 79 letters that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant furtherance so quickly there was hardly a dot in appointing it. Her mom in a longsighted garden pink bathrobe with washed-out letter that used to say number one mom, and she in a pinkish tank top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With chickenhearted smileys in dense Black person rimmed glasses.
The unknown rose off his wheel and turned his back to the mob ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short brunette ringlet, as he slid off his crownwork. 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 pound that looked to be double-dyed muscular tissue. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've set about older, You've gotten fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the illogical family, as they all adjusted to his side. 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 height and he twirled her in her munition. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four prospicient class, and finally Darren was home.
A White River Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a young dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the perplex 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 side by side month."
"True, so are you going to lead my fiancé in the cold one hebdomad from Christmastide ? Or are you going to call for us in to bewitch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do unite 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 headwaiter 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 little to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Good Shepherd mom why not ask her which office is our favorite gaoler position."Darren replied with the utmost bother.
This was the in force liquid ecstasy opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the superfluity on her mother's look, the pain 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 household Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





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