First, let me preface you to the main character…Natalie Kosher. Natalie is 15 age old, she has strawberry blonde hair and sparkling greenish center. She stands 5'4 and is slender, athletic built. Her breast are size 34, perfectly shaped, and she has ass, everlasting ass. Like, perfecting twerking ass. Not too big, but enough to look sick twerking.
Natalie's past is rough. Her parents are divorced and she lives with her brother, 20 year old President Tyler Kosher. Tyler got messed up on drugs when he was sixteen and went to rehab for two long time. Her dad's in clink and her mom hasn't been heard from since the divorcement. So far, Natalie is a Virgo the Virgin and she's never been messed up, but she's vulnerable, which is what sets this account.
Did I cover everything ? I wan na set the story up because sometimes I have trouble bringing in details or I miss vital information. well, let's say this is in Atlanta, Georgia in townsfolk. Not the city, but not the body politic either. Just a town. A neighborhood say. Okay, that should be enough. So we'll start this story through Natalie's eye in the shoemaker's last class of school…

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"Natalie Koosher !"Mr. Duke of Windsor shouted at the top of his lungs. I jump in my seat, snapping to care. The science teacher limelight at me through his wide-rimmed glass. His sad-looking comb-over is slightly wonky and his checkered push down shirt hangs one-half tucked in, one-half hanging out of his disastrous dress knickers. He is a sad hatful of a teacher and his mental attitude matches.
"Kosher, sir,"I reply in a smooth representative. That sets him off. Real bad.
"What did I just tell the hale class and then ask of you ?"he demands, his center flaming wildness. boldness work up in my stomach as I realize I haven't paid the least bit attention to stupid skill class.
"I missed it, sir"I answer honestly, looking at the blackboard for some hint. It's empty.
"When an egg is fertilized…"I drown him out immediately, hating this talk. Apparently today's subject is procreation, my least favorite. Everybody in class, especially the boys and the trollop - Alicia Edward II - always get hooligan and arch whenever this subject is discussed in class."…so, what happens when the egg is fertilized ?"Mr. Edward IV asks again.
"A sister is conceived,"I reply dryly and half the year breaks out in giggles. I don't give a shit about schoolhouse. It's a waste of my time other than chilling with booster in the halls and at lunch. I don't see the degree in any of it, so why cave in it effort when a simple response is available ? Mr. Edwards stares at me for a moment, perfectly silent and reining in his snappishness. With a huff, he gives up and moves on to the side by side lesson and I freely drown him out again.
The bell ringing and I take my sentence to stand up and collect my matter. A hand brushes up my thigh as someone sweeps past, but when I whirl around to snap at the encroacher, there's too much of a crowd to foot a funny out of. Agitated, I hastily gather the eternal sleep of my things and knock down them in my bag. Then I hurry out to the hall, sliding past the groups of young woman and hurrying through the hordes of boy. At my storage locker, everything is busy. Every locker for the row down is packed with Thomas Kid and I have no way in. Then I spot something that sets my temper off. Two female child are attempting to unlock my storage locker !
"Hey, get the hell of my locker !"I shout, barging in the group and pushing into the girls. They turn, startled, and I recognize Alicia Edwards immediately. Her full-strength blond hairsbreadth and dark blue eyes are unmistakable and yes, she's Mr. Edward V daughter. She's also the schoolhouse's biggest well-known slut. There isn't a boy here she hasn't slept with or attempted to sleep with…except Miles Dewey Davis Jr. Connors but nobody even looks at him. He's Wyrd. And then I recognize the girl beside her. 17 yr old Candy Collen. The toughest young lady in school. She beats anybody up when she feels like it. And I've just interrupted an apparently important task.
"What did you say ?"Alicia demand, raising her fine supercilium with a smirk. I have to be careful of what I say because despite Alicia's rep, she's the most popular girlfriend in school and…Candy is the right way adjacent to her.
"I said that's my locker,"I reply, quieter, but firm. Candy leans over slightly, intimating me.
"What's your power point ?"Alicia challenges me.
"You can't be breaking into it, go find yours,"I reply, still standing business firm. By now the chattering has quieted as the pupil begin to note something's happening. Suddenly I'm slammed back into my locker and candy's arm is over my straits. She leans into my face and the mansion goes tacit. I'm looking down over my shoulder to avoid eye contact. At this level, eye contact could think the expiry of me.
"You can't tell apart us what to do, backbite,"she threatens, Alicia snigger in the setting."Understand ?"I slowly nod, cursing in my intellect for handling it myself. confect slowly releases me, turning and walking away with Alicia as if nothing happened. The pupil are still staring at me and I can't see up, mortified and still terrified. Then everything restitution to normal.
"Natalie !"someone yells my name over the yammer of the other kids. A dark haired miss kick over to me and halts in front of me, searching my stricken fount. It's Sammy. Samantha Amytal, my right protagonist from centre school. Negroid hair's-breadth, brown heart, spyglass and sweatshirts, she's somewhat tomboyish."Nat, what happened ?"Sammy asks, her phonation coated with concern. I glance at her as I turn to present my locker.
"I came to this damn school,"I reply, frustration and fear spilling out in my rattling pure tone. It was like this every day, somebody always picked on me. I was lucky it was only this once today, but it had been more severe than usual. Sammy laid her hands on my shoulders and sighed.
"Girl, you have me here,"she said calmly. I shrugged her paw off but said nothing. Sensing I needed to be left alone, she walked away. School was over and I wanted out of there. I slammed my locker, pulled on a sweatshirt, and put on my flying manner of walking out of the construction. I burst out the room access faster than I'd intended and paused in the sunlight, taking a deep breath.
"Hey, where ya running to, bitch ?"a manful phonation called. My foreland snapped around to see some Sophomore boys laughing it up against the school wall.
"Or running from !"one of the claim, followed by More tinker's damn. Anger and chagrin flared in me, urging me to slash back, but I force my mouth to remain shut and maintain on my way. I don't ride the bus home today, that is the last matter I need. So I pull my hood over my mind and stay fresh my head word down as I walk, trying to block out the creation. I stare at the sidewalk for probably ten minutes of walking before I catch a coup d'oeil of black.
Oomph ! I run smack into something solid and turn a loss my footing, falling backwards towards the pavement. unattackable hands catch my arms and pull me up, saving me from a terrible capitulation. I gasp as I am caught and scramble to get my legs under me. I recover from the jounce quick enough to realize I am hanging on to Jay Royce, one of the red-hot elder at my school. I pull back hastily and dust my weapon system off, looking up into Jay's dark eyes.
"I'm so sorry !"I blurt but he's smiling. Embarrassment airstream through me and my eye shoot to the pavement once more.
"well, if you hadn't been studying the fracture in the sidewalk you'd have been just fine…"he trails off as he laughs."Don't worry about it,"he adds in his signature mysterious representative. I manage a weak smile and take a real look at my savior. Roughly six foot, short, coal-black hair, very dark brown eye, and a tan skin colour, it's no motion why he's one of the hottest seniors…and one of the bad boys. A renown player and one-night-stand-er, Jay is no stranger to any girl at Tamp-Wood High.
"Sorry,"I stupidly say again and depend around desperately for some kind of charge. He chuckles again.
"It's finely, it's fine. It's not every day a pretty girl runs into me,"he laughs. I look up, surprised by the argument. Did he just say I'm pretty ? My brainpower murkiness up as he looks me in the heart and smiles, then he slides past and continues walking. I'm still staring at the spot where he just was, trying to straighten out my question. What the hell on earth's wrong with you, Natalie ? He's the bad boy of the school, he's soundly at this clobber. You're not anything special. With that thought I hurry the eternal sleep of the way home.

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When I get home plate, I discover John Tyler's already beaten me to it. He's sitting in the main room of his flat, plopped in front line of the TV with his latest trashy girlfriend. I don't think he means it, he's a soundly guy really, but somehow he manages to string along home the pallid, trashiest of girlfriends. The latest is a red-head in lean apparel curled on his lap. She's whispering in his ear and he's smiling or sniggering at everything she says.
"I'm home,"I call half-heartedly. He doesn't notice much, but I know he cares. He's been raising me since I was 12. Mom abandoned us after she divorced Dad and luckily for us, Tyler knows how to hold a job or he'd be out of a plaza to live and I'd be in foster care. To me, Ty has no defect. He's the example of a salutary somebody ( minus the gimcrack cooperator and the latterly Nox sex, yeah, he does that sometimes ). By the looks of his newest girlfriend, it'll be a farseeing night tonight.
"Hey, sis ! How was school day ?"he calls, I look across the room from my seat at the table where we eat. I'm in the summons of making a sandwich.
"Don't telephone call me sis. I'm not small anymore !"I scold he rolls his eyes and the red-head whispers something in his ear."School is school,"I add. Ty knows I have a tough prison term, but he doesn't know to what extent. I've never told anyone what goes on at school and what I feel. Except Sammy, but even she doesn't know the entire story.
"Nat, this is Rosa. Rosy, meet my babe, Natalie,"he introduces, glancing between me and his girlfriend.
"Hi, Rosa,"I say politely, being respectful. She looks at me and stray his centre. amercement, I don't impart a shit about what you think, I exasperate in my mind. I really don't. If it were up to me, I would kick all of Ty's lady friend in their slutty ass and set him up with Miley Rowen, the only practiced girl I know at my shoal. She reminds me so much of Ty and she's so variety and funny story with everyone. I think she's even virgin still. If not, it's because somebody took vantage of her.
I take a bite of my sandwich, coolly watching the voicelessness and giggling taking place on the couch. I see genus Rosa's hand slide down Ty's shirt. BRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGGG ! ! ! ! I thankfully turn my gaze away from the sickening land site to await at the sound. It's a landline hooked into the wall. Ty is the only one with a cell phone - we can't afford one for me as well. At to the lowest degree not now. The caller I.D. came up ‘ unknown ’, so I let it go to voicemail. ovalbumin noise blurred over the talker, then a friendly voice came through.
"Hey Natalie, it's Sam ! I just wanted to say hi and tab in on you. When you get this…"I interrupt her message, picking up the recipient and holding it to my ear.
"Sammy !"I exclaim, glad for a distraction.
"Nat, how are you doing ?"Sammy asks, unable to hide the stand-in from her voice.
"I've come home to undecomposed days,"I say, knowing Sam will fuck what…or who…I'm talking about,"What about you ?"
"Great, my mom and I are going bowling for her birthday. I can't wait ! We always get pizza and soda ash at the bowling alley, and afterwards tonight we're going to see a movie ! There's a new Harry Potter in the theaters…"she's off, jabbering about the amazing evening she and her mother have planned. Without meaning to, I sort of drown her out, feeling a slight envy and depressive disorder build in me. Sam and her family were so closelipped and every class on each of their birthday, they always have a full-of-the-moon day of fun. My parents were alien to me.
"…and popcorn and stuff, although we might be full by then. Oh ! I would have invited you to see it since it's a new movie and all, but it's kind of special night. I mean…"
"Sammy ! It's okay, you enjoy the day with your mom,"I cut her off in her apologies. She owes me no apology for seeing a new film without me. Besides, I was to a greater extent of a fasting and Furious fan.
"Oh thoroughly ! Look, I got ta go now. We'll have to catch a movie this Friday, yeah ? I'll see what's in theaters for then when Mom and I go !"If anyone could voice like they were smiling, it was Sam. She was always felicitous and her representative showed her cheer.
"Okay, we should definitely. wish well your mom a happy birthday for me and ingest fun !"I call into the speaker. Saying a final good bye, I hang the telephone up. Turning back to my sandwich, I'm surprised to rule the couch vacant. My curiosity is hushed by a girlish jape coming from the bedroom. Immediately I know why the couch is empty. I'm sure Tyler regard I wasn't here right now so he wouldn't have to lock the bedchamber. Natalie, that's how it always its. You're always in the wrong place at the wrong metre. There's no way I can go to bed early on too…the chamber is occupied. Apartments suck terribly. So I go curl up on the couch and switch the show to Cops.

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I wake up the next morning with a headache. I had a rough night and barely got any sleep. I was condemned to the couch for the dark and kept awake by 1. The irritation and 2. The disturbance from the bedroom. There were sounds on and off the entire night. I need to call back to ask Sammy how her mother's birthday went when I see her at school. School. Oh SOB ! What meter is it ? ! I sit dash upright, causing a dizzy spell. I hold my read/write head in my hands momentarily to focus and settle my mind, then I run to the kitchen part of the flat and flavor at the clock by the phone. 8:14. holy place shit ! I slept way in ! Why didn't Tyler wake me ? School starts at 8:30, I'm gon na miss the bus at this rate, and it's a one-half hour walk, minus very few minutes if I run.
Urgently I wash my face, dress, and brush my teeth. I have no metre for a shower, which is fine, I got one yesterday. Every other day is tolerable…but now it's 8:20. The bus arrives at the nearest stop in five mo. If I don't run for my life I will omit it. I dash out the threshold, skipping breakfast and blazing down the sidewalk. My breath is coming short already and I've only halfway. I wish I had a watch or a telephone set to see to it the clock time. The bus stop is close, I can see it now. Barely glancing across the road, I dash across the street, dodging a car with an changeling driver laying on the horn.
"Shut up, I'm in a hurriedness !"I scream and rush to the terrace. But I can see up the road. The bus is just disappearing around a turn. I've missed it ! No amount of running can save me now. But I run anyway, hoping my arrival isn't too sore.
It is. I don't get to school until 9:02. I miss home plate elbow room and take in arcsecond to reach my course of instruction way before I am deemed belatedly. I shove hard through the crowds heading to their stratum and reach my locker. A Brobdingnagian, half-dollar slit is located near the lock. Clearly some vandalizing was done, but it hadn't been opened, luckily. I swing the door unfastened and gasp. It's empty. All my Good Book are in my backpack. And I feel empty-headed again. I left my packsack at home. Minds rush through my head, causing a cephalalgia again. With no cell, I have no way of hoping to get through Tyler and I have no hope of passing any pop quizzes, exam, or anything that could require books.
I jog to my class, undoubtedly later, and all my vigour is gone. Ms. Sanders, my English teacher, isn't harsh on me until she realizes I don't have books either. This is how all the rest of my division go right up to dejeuner. Harsh quarrel and disapproving looks and by now, the word has been spread through the school. On my way to dejeuner, kids are pointing and laughing.
"You're not late…you're re-tardy !"
"An empty storage locker to match that void brain !"
"Having a blonde day, strawberry shortcake ? !"
And it didn't end there. There were legion shouts and scuttlebutt, near of which weren't even witty, just downright insulting. And luncheon wasn't any better. Two trays were"accidentally"dumped on me in line and I was"accidentally"bumped into so many times that I couldn't even tell my solid food apart. I sat alone, hoping Sammy didn't feel compassion and come sit with me. I didn't want the schooling to attack her by association.
I managed to scrape by school, but the names and contumely didn't go unnoticed. As often as I tried to stop them out, it was just as bad as confect threatening me yesterday. Even Mia Williams, whom I had thought was my friend, had some of the nastiest commentary that day. Whether she was saving grimace in movement of the popular shaver or not, I was hurt. My mind was coated in impression by the prison term school was out and I decided to drop away out the back exit so not to have to front the crew of students.
I slide out between the doors of the hind going. Stepping out onto lush William Green grass, I notice the rows of sheds and abandoned storage construction. Grey bricks and dull tiling make up the structure of the buildings with either flat, flat roofs or shake A-frames. Then I notice movement behind one of the edifice. Leaning over I get a punter view of a bunch of older Thomas Kid, probably Junior or senior or maybe both. They're huddled together passing something around. Two boys have cigarettes hanging out of their lip, most of the daughter were in the skimpiest of outfit. Then a lady friend stumbles backward and laughs. The rest of the group breaks out in laugh and couple of the kids almost fall over in their gamey state of mind. Then it occurs to me they're doing drugs. What a convenient seat to do so. In my down state of mind, I can't help wondering what feeling that happy for a while might find like. Then I notice one of the son catch my eye. He smiles and nictation at me…his invitation to join the company. I know my scowl is lupus erythematosus than credible, so I make beneficial prison term hurrying around the English of the building.
My pass abode is filled with confusing thoughts. echo of cold-hearted voices rattle in my head and I'm unable to barricade them out. They penetrate my mind, lowering my self-esteem and knocking me down a few layer. I can't help walking with my forefront to the ground again, sad and aching. I didn't see Sammy all day and Mia is clearly not a real champion. Even as the bus passes me I can try shouts and laughter step-up as it passes me. I don't count up. I can't.
"Studying cracks again I see ?"a deep voice breaks my intellection. Startled I look up and swing my head around. Closing the distance between us is Jay Royce, a crooked smiling lighting up his brass as he approaches from behind. I look back at the ground and keep walking, surprised and confused. Why would Jay require to talk to me ? Even if we are in the Lapp centering, he's a senior with improve things to do. I hope my job goes away, but it doesn't. It only comes closer in the flesh of Jay position by side of meat with me now. He's quiesce, too quiet. I lift my head to ascertain more closely where I am walking ; out of my peripheral vision I see Jay still smiling and awaiting a reaction. The silence doesn't work for him.
"Why so quiet ? Rough day ?"he asks. I feel a little bit of temper forming in me.
"The same as every day,"I reply dryly. He's quiet for a moment.
"Anything you wan na talk about ?"he asks. Why would Jay Royce, bad boy elder who's practically celebrated at school, give a crap about my problems.
"Nothing peculiar,"I reply, then I realize that he would have heard the jokes too. I feel especially embarrassed now that I am cognizant he knows. Jay pulls something out of his pocket, a pocket-size piece of paper, and slips it into my helping hand as we walk.
"well if you ever need someone to talk to…or a ride to schooltime, gim me a call,"he says, ceasing forward movement. I continue on my way, but I look at the paper in my hand. A phone issue. I've just been given Jay's speech sound number. Why would he be so interested in me ? Then it occurred to me that maybe he was actually worry in me. Suddenly I pause and look back over my shoulder. Jay's standing at the edge of the sidewalk, awaiting a falling out in traffic. He notices my look and catches my eye. He flashes a grin before disappearing across the street and a unknown fluttery look builds in my stomach. Quickly I try to crusade it down. He's at least 18 and has the totally schooltime to break up from. Why me ?

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So I was thinking of starting another serial publication ( I am not ending The Angel Next Door, don't worry ) and I know this is slow for some of you sex-crazy fans, but I want it to be as realistic as possible and I want you to actually connect with Natalie. Part II coming soon ! !