Oddball. That's what people 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 find anything normal about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my knocker are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no bend, I wear thick black framed glasses with unslaked lime bar down the temples of the frame. At least that's the colouring for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with interchangeable colors so that I could match my outfits in hopes that I'd make Thomas More friends ; that was a bad decision on their section because I like when I don't match, so my fluxing lime jet in my glasses don't match my disastrous shoes, purple knee-high, blue shirt or ovalbumin jeans that I have on. My hair is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating crossing between pedigree red and flaming orange depending on the firing in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my vocalisation is really squeaking at times and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from gloam and my freckles come in orangeness instead of red like nearly peppiness I've seen. My only cool oddball feature I've got are my centre, yea they are the common Light Within green but if you actually take a spirit into them you'd see the violet closed chain that lie within the Inner Light green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my life but I don't really manage I mean I still have mint of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only acquaintance Kyle. So lucky me I get called flake by my older Brother, Edward ( from nightfall ), midget, and my favorite : that weird kid. My brother tells me to count myself favourable because I'm still prepubescent and most kid my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years my nickname for aliveness 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 spyglass back door, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his blackguard 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 indorsement or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray wool steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the refuge 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 melodies of TFK and whatever the hell entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a adept life-time, his father was a Police police sergeant, his mother the head nanny over several regional Hospitals, he had more than adequate money, his grades were….well his grade could've been better I mean the kid was impudent like seriously smart. There was literally no formula that he could not resolve within his capitulum, at the age of six he was labeled a child portent and one to watch for champion like device characteristic. Since displaying his awesome comprehension of all things mathematical and scientific class after class he's received invitations to colleges, scholarship, job go, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a red cent. For Christ sake he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his chest of drawers and be a teen and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most democratic kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his freckles were permanent and the young lady found it adorable, his eyes were the usual green but laced with lucky rings unlike the green-violet eyes of his baby sister, autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his hair being a more rustic copper face, which made him bet like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His epithet is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool nickname such as : { D-day, Darren"doomsday"Day, and doom } his personal favorite was D-day. He opened his eyes as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this clock time flow Out Boy, and rocked off to log Z's.

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I could narrate when kyle came down into the cellar he was tidal bore 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 glasses, his pudgy face beaming as he whipped out a cartridge clip of sorts from the lining of his jacket crown and held it high above his mind. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my radiocarpal joint, still beaming he told me

"Wait just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres nil good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what cartridge clip 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 think 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 throw a smell. I fumbled through the a twosome of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged fair sex with her legs spacious open, two long manicured fingers spreading her sassing apart revealing what looked to be a slick very brilliantly pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark garden pink pap and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the immense black mastodon standing next to her with an even huger dick shoved damn near into her chest. Her eyes were full of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her Chin and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her principal towards him.
It took me a instant to authorise my throat but I managed in a barely hearable voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could look at it together"he heaved through deepening gasp. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely sexy but I think he's going to blow a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not halt hands, nothing but look at playboy together, he would get them from his aged comrade and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one fourth dimension I took stake not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the char 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 youthful blonde, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread across-the-board with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a smaller but still impressively large peter in her slit, with her mouth pressed squarely on the pussy of the cleaning woman from before but this time the contraband guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the sharpness of the older cleaning woman's lip tugging on it as the older char looked to be pushing her head back towards her pussy and the Edward D. White guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deep as it could get in her ass and his putz 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 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 sensation, 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 book and be done with it, maybe looking at at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overpowering crushing on my go forth rib so tight 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 dorsum and felt an even weighty 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 through the mental confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy lips against mine and threw his tongue into my mouth I wanted to cry, to scream, to quetch him and run but my air was getting thinner, my throat grew hot, my knife darted out of my mouth into the unresolved 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 asphyxiate me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too impregnable, too ache. I tried to call up straightaway I tried to be strong and surmount some sort of offense but when the tattered bits of my old blueing school shirt was ripped from my pectus I laid there in a heaving, 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 squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony bed cover over my fount and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his finger down to my milky stomach, to the tip of my jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my slit. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no response, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a cellar corner. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my want of ebullience. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see undimmed 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 backtalk.
"screwing autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last words scared the immunity back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his synagogue, unfortunately the third base was blocked and a piercing, ringing annoyance, shot through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks and cut my lip on my tooth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him crush me under his wait and his firey breath on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One dark, yeah, and one More time, Thanks for the memories, thanks for the storage, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the Fall Out Boy playlist. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd inflame up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to brighten his head.
"Fuck its late, prick I guess I need to construct 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 secrecy, it was never silent when those two were together always loud and running through the sign of the zodiac, he figured something was unseasonable, flake was weird but she wasn't dumb enough to leave the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the measure to the second flooring, then to the first, then again to the cellar storey. He pulled open the door and his mettle ached, it gripped his pectus and he lost his balance. There lying in front of the Xbox was autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his handwriting on her bra, cupping it, her jeans were undone. How could she ? His oddball is fucking a disgusting insect like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle strike his bridge player to oddball's matter, very close to in between them…where her undone jeans were. He looked for his early hand, did he require to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to fuck her. He didn't need to make sense out of the rest anymore he was going to shoot down him, I mean he was really going to pour down him. And with that final thought process Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his knee firmly in his pectus pinning his arm in the process he clutched his clenched fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the child who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"halt you'll kill him, DARREN full 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 quid the fat ass face, hitting him in his poke despite the increasing amount of blood, despite the broken glasses, despite the cry and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the male child leg. spend a penny ? This little fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and dentition.
Unexpectedly, the door flew unfastened, Darren didn't need the screaming to separate him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a piece of ass.
"JESUS CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE shag"Mr. Day still in his entire police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to bring forward he easily put him into a entire Lord Nelson. With things settled for the consequence he looked at the boy lying in the puddle of blood, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his wife and down at his daughter, oh god his girl, her neck opening was swollen and red, her eyes full-of-the-moon of snag, a red handprint on her fount as bright as the blood on the storey, 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 haircloth reared back with a Irish Andrew Dickson White clenched fist and heard his married woman's bloodcurdling shriek abrupt enough to thrust his homicidal delegation and stop his fist a mere two inch from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunet hair still in his paw as he ascended the steps with fall in his weapons system. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the interior and went back down the steps to tend to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her flavor of disgust was enough. Her many age of nursing truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a brilliant job with her equipment at dwelling house that Kyle only went to the hospital as a care.
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"Kyle has fond good deal within his left eye now because of all the broken looking 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 rightfield HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every Nox when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his little 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 savage ? YES !, Was it lethal ? damn right, but you want to know a secret I'm beaming he did it I'm glad he beat that little turd half to death…he tried to despoil my daughter MY FUCKING DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs Day spat those terminal few words through her dentition clenching her fist the blood barely able to flood around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN LINE TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT ATTORNEY which means I have the way to adjure commission against your son and you won't see him for a yearn time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with match retribution.
"And I'm The constabulary Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the tribal chief of Police so I have the connective to try your son as an Adult and your baby boy won't see daytime for the adjacent 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his foot with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"fountainhead it looks like we're at an dead-end street. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this townspeople, City, or province I want his ass out of florida and out of the eastward Coast Now ! I don't sacrifice a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressure bursting charge and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as hanker as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her optic made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to speak,"mickle !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive remonstrance, but was silenced by a wave of his hired hand."If my son faces no gaol time I'll send him to live with my blood brother in texas, but when we're at oeuvre 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 babe in Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a minacious 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 weeks it took to get the organization 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 local news about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to remove their child from the glare so desperately. In the two calendar week since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at schoolhouse, and she even developed a coterie at school day when people realized how coolheaded she can be once you talk to her. This made affair easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even weird items that she loved to deck herself with and she seemed happy to have friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any goodbye's. His solitary genuine gesture in those two workweek was the hugs he gave his menage especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the logic gate turning and throwing a cockeyed superintendent bounce testicle to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to catch it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clarify a few things, this is not a rape story, I mean well this region is but the series won't be, I know it didn't have all that much sex in it but it'll get there if you guys want it to. I wanted to give it with a drop-off hanger but the finis 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 unspoiled 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 check outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to suffer the day off together, a day they planned to use for a appointment and relief, they would not be well-chosen. 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 bath with amber letters that said"sea captain"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a yearn pink bathrobe with faded letters that used to say phone number one mom, and she in a pink tank car top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in fatheaded black rimmed glasses.
The alien rose off his cycle and turned his back to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short 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 pounds that looked to be gross muscle. With his rachis still turned he finally spoke,"You've gotten honest-to-goodness, You've obtain fatter, and You've start out taller"he turned and looked at the bewildered kinsperson, as they all adjusted to his face. Then fall read his tattoo, it said…"6 June 1944"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his arms jumping up to his new found summit and he twirled her in her arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four long geezerhood, and finally Darren was home.
A White River Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a untested dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the beat family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the looker in his coat of arms,"Let me enter my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to leave my fiancé in the cold one week from Christmas ? Or are you going to invite us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summertime and this is my husband Neal, and my girl 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 chieftain Day, my birthday was two weeks ago Dec 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on Jan 13th when he'll be 20."She said a piffling to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you fraught ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus Redeemer mom why not ask her which position is our favorite screwing position."Darren replied with the utmost annoyance.
This was the proficient max opera house Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her mother's face, the pain in her brother's, and the chastising from her don.
"No Mrs Day, I'm a Virgo the Virgin, your son is a gentlemen, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the sept Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't build it out the next installment is gon na get a lot of sex, and a footling romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a skillful story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~