oddball. That's what people call me, well mainly my blood brother but I guess he has a grounds to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand fourth dimension you would never ascertain anything convention about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm short-change around 4'3, I'm skinny as hellhole, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curved shape, I wear loggerheaded bootleg framed glasses with lime bar down the tabernacle of the frame. At least that's the coloring material for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with standardised colors so that I could equal my outfits in Leslie Townes Hope that I'd make Thomas More friends ; that was a bad decision on their part because I like when I don't lucifer, so my lime putting surface in my glasses don't mate my black shoes, purple knee-highs, bluing shirt or white jeans that I have on. My pilus is the true definition of ginger as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming Orange River depending on the inflammation in the elbow room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squealing at times and raspy at others, I'm pallid than bella from twilight and my freckle come in Orange instead of red like most gingers I've seen. My merely assuredness oddball characteristic I've got are my centre, yea they are the usual visible radiation green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the light K cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my sprightliness but I don't really care I mean I still have plenty of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So golden me I get called eccentric by my older brother, Edward ( from twilight ), nanus, and my deary : that uncanny kid. My brother tells me to matter myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most shaver my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years my nickname for animation will be sack privates. 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 numeration they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the glass backdoor, flipped the aluminum 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 latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray fleece stair towards his way and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the refuge of his elbow room, door closed medicine loud, allowing every bit of chiliad Foot Krutch flood his ears. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the melodies of TFK and whatever the the pits entered his mind. He thought about his living, it was a skillful aliveness, his Father-God was a Police Sergeant, his mother the head Nurse over several regional Hospitals, he had more than plenty money, his grades were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously impertinent. There was literally no pattern that he could not figure out within his pass, at the age of six he was labeled a kid prodigy and one to watch out for wiz like feature. Since displaying his awful inclusion of all affair mathematical and scientific twelvemonth after year he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a hoot. For Christ sake he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some haircloth on his chest and be a adolescent and he's doing a pretty full job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most pop nestling at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a self-colored 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his lentigo were permanent and the lady friend found it endearing, his eyes were the usual unripened but laced with golden band unlike the green-violet eye of his child sister, Autumn. He was a darker gingerroot than his Sister, his hair being a more rustic bull tone, which made him look like a aplomb shiny-head brunette if anything. His gens is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool nicknames such as : { D-Day, Darren"end of the world"Day, and Doom } his personal front-runner 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 time Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to slumber.

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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 ice, his dumpy face beaming as he whipped out a powder store of sorts from the lining of his jackets and held it heights above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my carpus, still beaming he told me

"delay just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres nothing good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what cartridge holder this is ? Or did you just guess it was another Corinthian ?"

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was right, I did consider it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his work force on to and they got a bit bore after a while, but after teasing me with such potential treasure I had to have a look. I fumbled through the a couple of pages and was instantly shocked, the Thomas Nelson Page I landed on had a in-between aged woman with her stage wide open, two long manicured finger spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a slick magazine very bright pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one night pink pap and letting the early be crushed by the massive second joint of the huge black mastodont standing next to her with an even Brobdingnagian turncock shoved damn near into her pectus. Her eyes were full of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her mentum and cervix 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 minute to solve 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 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 waste a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not accommodate bridge player, nix but facial expression at Corinthian together, he would get them from his senior crony and flavour 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 depend at the cleaning lady and marvel 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 young blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread astray with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a smaller but still impressively large peter in her snatch, with her mouth pressed squarely on the pussycat of the char from before but this time the Negro guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the onetime woman's lip tugging on it as the older woman looked to be pushing her head back towards her twat and the tweed guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deep as it could get in her ass and his rooster equally deep within her kitty-cat. I had to hold 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 care it one day effort I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 months almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks ago so it's instinctive for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to fold 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 overmaster stifling on my left rib so tight that it pushed most 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 grave weighting on my dresser knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy lips against mine and threw his tongue into my mouth I wanted to cry, to shout, to kick him and run but my air was getting diluent, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my back talk into the give 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 last. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too strong, too hurt. I tried to imagine straight I tried to be inviolable and overcome some sort of offensive activity but when the tatterdemalion bits of my old risque school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heave, sobbing, defeated batch.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from fall. It was a empurpled cotton bra, with a million different colored pith all over it, he lowered his head and hale my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my grimace and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his fingerbreadth down to my milklike stomach, to the tip of my dungaree, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no response, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a cellar recession. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my dungaree and unzipped them folding them back to see shining Ne pantie 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 lips.
"Fuck fall, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last quarrel scared the resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his tabernacle, unfortunately the third base 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 postponement and his firey breathing place on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One Nox, yeah, and one more time, Thanks for the memories, thanks for the computer memory, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the Fall Out Boy play list. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga Mama 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.
"Fuck its late, darn 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 tacit when those two were together always loud and running through the house, he figured something was incorrectly, geek was weird but she wasn't dumb sufficiency to leave the star sign without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the second trading floor, then to the commencement, then again to the cellar floor. He pulled open the room access and his heart ached, it gripped his thorax and he lost his remainder. There lying in front of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his hand on her bra, cupping it, her jeans 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 deal to oddball's affair, very close to in between them…where her unstuck dungaree were. He looked for his former handwriting, did he want to bang ? 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 build sense out of the residue anymore he was going to pour down him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the earth. Darren had his knee firmly in his breast pinning his arm in the process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly fount of the child who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll kill him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older Brother but it didn't topic I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat screw face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of line of descent, despite the collapse methamphetamine, despite the battle cry and shriek for service, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. urinate ? This picayune fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's deoxyephedrine and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the doorway flew open, Darren didn't need the screams to differentiate him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS CHRIST DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his replete police uniform yanked his son off the lost boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full nelson. With things settled for the instant he looked at the boy prevarication 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 opening was swollen and red, her eyes full of tears, a red handprint on her face as lustrous as the rakehell on the flooring, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the floor and almost on reflex he lifted kyle off the level by his hair reared back with a Irish Gaelic Andrew Dickson White fist and find out his married woman's bloodcurdling shrieking piercing enough to pierce his homicidal delegation and stop his clenched fist a mere two column inch from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the basis a wad of brunet tomentum still in his hand as he ascended the steps with Autumn in his weapons system. Mrs Day led Darren up the stair holding him trying to quieten him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the tone to incline to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many year of nursing truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a splendid job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the hospital as a care.
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"Kyle has overtone sight within his left eye now because of all the broken glassful, that got lodged within it due to Darren's savage 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 red cent RIGHT HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life sentence !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched teeth."Every nighttime when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his niggling Sister from some pervish cunt is a offence ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours barbaric ? YES !, Was it lethal ? hoot right, but you want to know a mysterious I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that petty shit half to death…he tried to rape my girl MY FUCKING girl and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few words through her teeth clenching her fist the roue barely able-bodied to inundate around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a misunderstanding 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 substance to compact charges against your son and you won't see him for a longsighted time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with touch vengeance.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the head of Police so I have the connexion 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 groundwork with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an dead-end street. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Ithiel Town, City, or State I want his ass out of florida and out of the East sea-coast Now ! I don't sacrifice a nookie what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing charges and using every dirty maneuver to get him locked up for as longsighted as I can unfairly get."She meant it the flack and hatred in her centre made the distributor point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to speak,"Deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive protest, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no jail sentence I'll send him to dwell with my chum in texas, but when we're at employment 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 Dae-Han-Min-Gook and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a lowering 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 agreement 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 word feast around quickly even reaching the topical anaesthetic news about what happened and that was probably all the more understanding that both parents wanted to hit their youngster from the spotlight so desperately. In the two week since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to fall at school, and she even developed a clique at school when masses realized how cool down she can be once you talk to her. This made things well-situated for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even weirder items that she loved to deck herself with and she seemed felicitous to ingest protagonist, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any goodbye's. His sole real gesture in those two calendar week was the hugs he gave his family especially his sis before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turn and throwing a awry tops bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to overhear 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 function 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 bequeath it with a cliff hanger but the last paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to set out Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want more, electropositive or electronegative comments accepted I'll use it all to be a better writer.~~~~~~~






fall woke up to an excessively meretricious motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The speech sound faded in and out of with the curves 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 deliver the day off together, a day they planned to use for a day of the month and rest, they would not be felicitous. She caught up with them as they walked towards the battlefront room access, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in jammies. Her Dad, in K Bathroom with gold letters that said"police captain"he moved through his lieutenant promotional material so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with pass letters that used to say act one mom, and she in a pink tank car top and pajama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With xanthous smileys in thick pitch-black rimmed glasses.
The alien rose off his bicycle and turned his back to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short circuit brunette whorl, 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 virginal muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've set about erstwhile, You've gotten fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the confused folk, as they all adjusted to his face. Then fall 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 coat of arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the back from his Padre. It has been nearly four long year, and finally Darren was home.
A ashen Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a youthful dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his limb,"Let me usher in my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to leave alone my fiancé in the cold one week from Dec 25 ? Or are you going to take in us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do conjoin 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 captain Day, my birthday was two weeks ago December 13th, exactly one calendar 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 Christ mom why not ask her which post is our favourite screw position."Darren replied with the utmost irritation.
This was the best Georgia home boy Opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her mother's face, the annoyance in her brother's, and the chastising from her Fatherhood.
"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 family Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't material body it out the side by side installing is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a salutary story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~