Oddball. That's what people call me, well mainly my buddy but I guess he has a intellect to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a m times you would never find anything normal about me. I'm not the median 11yr old girl. I'm inadequate around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my titty are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curve ball, I wear thick Black framed chicken feed with hydrated lime streaks down the temples of the build. At to the lowest degree that's the colouring material for today, my parents spent a lot on my methamphetamine hydrochloride with standardized colors so that I could match my outfits in hopes that I'd make more champion ; that was a bad conclusion on their part because I like when I don't match, so my Citrus aurantifolia green in my glass don't match my black shoes, regal knee-highs, gloomy shirt or white jeans that I have on. My hair is the true definition of peppiness as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming orange tree depending on the lighting in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squeaky at times and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from twilight and my freckles come in orange instead of red like most gingers I've seen. My only cool oddball feature article I've got are my eyes, yea they are the usual sparkle Green but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the violet closed chain that lie within the light greens cloud. 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 favourable me I get called eccentric by my older buddy, Edward ( from twilight ), nanus, and my favorite : that unearthly kid. My brother tells me to count myself prosperous because I'm still prepubescent and most child my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few years my nickname for liveliness 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 tally they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the glass backdoor, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his heel and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup end of the world"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 Thomas Gray wool steps towards his room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his way, door closed music loud, allowing every bit of K Foot Krutch flood his ears. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the air of TFK and whatever the hell entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a good life sentence, his founding father was a police force serjeant, his mother the headway nanny over several regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his course were….well his ground level could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously smart. There was literally no formula that he could not solve within his principal, at the age of six he was labeled a nipper portent and one to see for genius like feature. Since displaying his awesome comprehension of all things numerical and scientific class after year he's received invitations to colleges, scholarship, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Redeemer sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his chest and be a teen and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most popular kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a square 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his lentigo were perm and the young lady found it endearing, his eyes were the usual viridity but laced with lucky rings unlike the green-violet eyes of his babe sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his sister, his hairsbreadth being a more rustic copper look, which made him face like a cool shiny-head brunette if anything. His gens is Darren Day so he has a slew of chill sobriquet such as : { D-day, Darren"end of the world"Day, and doom } his personal darling was D-Day. He opened his heart as the euphony ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this fourth dimension go down Out Boy, and rocked off to log Z's.

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I could enjoin when kyle came down into the basement he was eagre to show me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to reckon out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy looking glass, his pudgy case beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the lining of his crown and held it mellow above his psyche. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another man-about-town. I rolled my center and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his handwriting on my wrist 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 magazine this is ? Or did you just guess it was another man-about-town ?"

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was rightfulness, 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 spell, but after teasing me with such potency gem I had to have a feel. I fumbled through the a couple of Thomas Nelson Page and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her peg spacious open, two long manicured digit spreading her sassing apart revealing what looked to be a slick very burnished pink-reddish pussycat, all-the-while tugging firmly on one dark pink nipple and letting the other be crushed by the massive thigh of the Brobdingnagian black mastodon standing following to her with an even vast pecker shoved red cent near into her pectus. Her eyes were full of weeping 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 point towards him.
It took me a second to make my pharynx but I managed in a barely audible voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could bet 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 boast a gasket. Let me elucidate we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not harbor hands, nothing but look at playboy together, he would get them from his older brothers and tone 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 face 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 pageboy that was lying before us. A new blond, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread blanket with an absurdly large black ribbed dildo in it and a smaller but still impressively expectant putz in her pussy, with her mouthpiece pressed squarely on the pussy of the cleaning lady from before but this time the black guy wasn't there. She had her dentition on the edge of the sr. woman's lip tugging on it as the older woman looked to be pushing her head back towards her kitty and the whiteness guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as late as it could get in her ass and his cock equally deeply within her kitty. 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 sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 month almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few calendar week 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 smell at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming crushing on my left rib so tight that it pushed about of the air out of me to the stage I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even heavier weight on my chest knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to class through the confusedness he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy lips against mine and threw his glossa into my mouth I wanted to cry, to call, to quetch him and run but my air was getting thinner, my pharynx grew hot, my tongue darted out of my mouth 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 pass me to Death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too tinker's dam fat, too strong, too wise. I tried to suppose straight I tried to be strong and exceed some variety of offence but when the shattered scrap of my old blue school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, sobbing, defeated mess.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from fall. It was a purple cotton plant bra, with a million unlike colored mettle all over it, he lowered his drumhead and thrust my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my face and crying escape my eyes, he trailed his finger down to my milky tum, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would turn on me but I gave no response, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement corner. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my want of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my jeans and unzipped them folding them back to see vivid neon panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the sash of my step-in and tugged them up towards my belly button ensuring they'd sloping trough between my lips.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last Holy Scripture scared the electric resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his temple, unfortunately the third gear was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, snapshot 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 wait and his firey breath on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One night, yeah, and one more 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 surrender Out Boy play list. It's mirthful how Kyle could never fall asleep without medicine and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga mom from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tankful top. He looked blankly through the wickedness and tried to clear his head.
"Fuck its late, Irish bull 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 muteness, it was never tacit when those two were together always forte and running through the house, he figured something was wrong, oddball was weird but she wasn't dumb enough to leave alone the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the footfall to the indorse floor, then to the kickoff, then again to the cellar floor. He pulled open the door and his heart ached, it gripped his bureau and he lost his balance. There lying in nominal head of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his mitt on her bra, cupping it, her denim 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 move his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her unstuck jeans were. He looked for his early deal, did he desire to get it on ? 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 remainder anymore he was going to stamp out him, I mean he was really going to kill him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his knee firmly in his chest of drawers pinning his arm in the outgrowth he clutched his 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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"Stop you'll putting to death him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older buddy but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to Sudanese pound the fat shag face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing amount of blood, despite the broken glasses, despite the call and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the male child leg. piddle ? This little fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckle duster were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew give, Darren didn't need the screams to state him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS christ DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his wax police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the rampart. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full nelson. With matter settled for the moment he looked at the boy fabrication in the kitty of parentage, 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 oculus to the full of weeping, a red handprint on her face as promising as the stemma on the floor, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the base and almost on reflex he lifted kyle off the flooring by his haircloth reared back with a Irish people gabardine fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling screech sharp-worded enough to pierce his homicidal deputation and halt his fist a mere two inches from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the footing a wad of brunette hair still in his hired hand as he ascended the footstep with fall in his limb. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the steps to tend to Kyle, she said no discussion 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 precaution.
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"Kyle has fond visual modality within his left eye now because of all the weaken deoxyephedrine, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbarian 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 darn right field HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched dentition."Every dark 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 slight 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 barbaric ? YES !, Was it lethal ? Damn right hand, but you want to have it away a mystery I'm gladiola he did it I'm gladiolus he beat that little shit one-half to death…he tried to rape my girl MY fuck girl and I should've let him die for it."Mrs Day spat those last few words through her dentition clenching her clenched fist the blood barely able to flood around her knucks.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN parentage TO BE D.A. get that ? That's territory ATTORNEY which means I have the means to press charges against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with touch vengeance.
"And I'm The constabulary Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the boss of law so I have the connections to try your son as an grownup and your baby boy won't see daytime for the following 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an deadlock. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Town, City, or country I want his ass out of florida and out of the East Coast Now ! I don't give a fuck 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 long as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her heart made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was next to speak,"great deal !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her justificatory objection, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no jail clip I'll send him to inhabit with my brother in texas, but when we're at oeuvre I need to know my girl is good, 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 Han-Gook and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a menace nod and with that gripped his married woman'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 arrangements set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said much and no one faulted him for protecting his sis. When Kyle showed up at the hospital word spread around quickly even reaching the local news program about what happened and that was probably all the more reason that both parents wanted to remove their kids from the spotlight so desperately. In the two week since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school day, and she even developed a pack at school day when mass realized how nerveless she can be once you talk to her. This made things prosperous for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even unearthly item that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to throw booster, but he hardly spoke and didn't really collapse any bye-bye's. His only real number motion in those two workweek was the hugs he gave his kinsfolk especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turning and throwing a wonky super bound ball 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 pauperization to elucidate a few matter, this is not a violation story, I mean well this role 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 get out it with a cliff hanger but the survive paragraph kinda seems like a last to me so I'm going to commence Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want more, confident or negative scuttlebutt accepted I'll use it all to be a proficient writer.~~~~~~~






fall woke up to an excessively meretricious motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The phone faded in and out of with the curvature 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 own the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and rest, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front door, her dad smelling like coffee tree and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in jammies. Her Dad, in Green Bathroom with gold letters that said"police chief"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a level in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with faded alphabetic character that used to say number one mom, and she in a rap armoured combat vehicle top and pyjama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in stocky black rimmed glasses.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his back to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short brunette locks, as he slid off his crown. 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 saturated muscle. With his rachis still turned he finally spoke,"You've gotten older, You've gotten fatter, and You've scram taller"he turned and looked at the confused family, 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 arms jumping up to his new found height and he twirled her in her blazonry. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four long years, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a young dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the lulu in his arms,"Let me introduce 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 ask for us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm Summer and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter Autumn."
"Nice to play you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 master Day, my birthday was two week ago Dec 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on Jan 13th when he'll be 20."She said a niggling to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Redeemer messiah mom why not ask her which spatial relation is our favourite screw position."Darren replied with the utmost pain in the neck.
This was the considerably soap opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the superfluity on her female parent's face, the aggravator in her brother's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a Virgo the Virgin, your son is a gentleman, 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 soma it out the adjacent installment is gon na have a lot of sex, and a piddling romance, a few surprisal, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys need me to shit more… THANKS FOR READING~~~