I give a sigh as the flickering shadows finally kibosh and the sun bill above the horizon. I lay there curled up in the W.C. as the distant sirens finally come in loud and clear. I and my kinfolk just got robbed and only I probably survived. The door to the wardrobe I've been hiding in opens revealing citizenry in police uniforms motioning to each other saying things that my meddled mind doesn't comprehend. I look at the different faces moving around and the flickers of spark as the sun gleams off some of their badges. I close my center and take a inscrutable inhale wondering what's going to chance to me now. One of the military officer helps me up and takes me to the police cruiser making certainly I don't look at sure stop that are probably to disturbing for me to see.
I get into the police cabin cruiser quietly as the group of people stand outside mumbling to one another. I wish my animation would end soon but I guess the upright thing to do is to wait it out like I always do every day even before the murder. They take me to the police federal agency and I answer a series of motion not knowing what some of them mean since I'm too out of it. After a serial of doubt I finally end up in one of my easily friend's plate. I guess this is where my life starts and finally raise up.

Chapter 1
I awake on the lounge that doesn't belong to me or my house but to my undecomposed friend, my only if Quaker, and currently my temporary family. I sit up on the couch and stare at the floor awhile. I guess I'm used to sleep on the lounge because I used to do it all the prison term because they loved my sister more than me. My father was a douche who has had five wife and was Padre of seven children with four suddenly and two still active. My Brother, who I don't really charge for doing this, ran away from home once he turned sixteen with a lot of money that he"gained"over the days. I envy him since he was able to run away and live his own life. My father was also a huge gambler and I guess they died because the people he's cheated finally caught him.

I was in the closet because I was hiding from my sister who I spilled chili on by accident. The simply place I could imagine of hiding was the vacant Edgar Guest room that used to be my older buddy room. I yawn, get up, and manner of walking into the kitchen to make breakfast mostly because it's grown into a habit. The sizzling sound and smell of bacon quickly flourish through the sign. I start up the coffee pot for my friend mom and myself. I give another oscitancy and realize that I'm more tired than what I actually probably look like. I guess I love to work so much I barely notice things like this. I hear mortal running down the footmark so I turn to see who it is.
My friend, dressed in a red pyjama pants and slippers showing off his lover that girls are always giggling and talking about. I turn back around and pop out cooking again as he walks up behind me, puts an arm around my shank, and says,"Morning honey !"
I roll my eyes and jab my elbow joint into his gut and say,"Keep that up and you won't be eating."
He laughs and sits down at the kitchen table probably watching my cute schoolgirlish but. If you're wondering I look like a cunning inexperienced person twelve year old missy except the chest and the annulus and clothes. I never really wish my feeling but there their because my babe and mom like to experiment to very much with me. I still have the bruise from twenty percent grade when they made me go to school day dressed as a lady friend because they"accidently"lost my clothes. All the little girl beat me up using the gym equipment, toys in the classrooms, and the playground equipment. I wince remembering after all that the future day the missy got the boys to beat me up. I finish up cooking as his mother comes down followed by his forefather.
I greet them all and manoeuver up stairs to one arrive at up that lazy boy's bed and assume a exhibitor before getting dress before school. To think it's only six thirty and we go to school at eight. I get the exhibitor perfect and everything and then I hop on in. The can door opens a little while later and in soda water a nude friend. I and he used to play football game, me a water boy and him a running back, so we saw each former naked a lot. I know a water boy doesn't really do the exhibitioner thing but coach makes all of us do it or else.
"Need someone to wash your back ?"He asks me pressing against my back.
I sigh and ask,"Why do you stay fresh messing around like this ?"
He chuckles and says,"Because ! You're my bitch and I want the whole world to know it."
"But were only fourteen !"I say lathering up myself.
"Actually you're fourteen I'm fifteen so that makes you my bitch."He says matter of factly.
I wash off the soap and bend to face him. He cups my chin and says,"Don't worry I'm never going to hurt you or let anyone ever hurt you."
I blush and get out the shower to wash off my face in the swallow hole while he washes off. I grab my towel and go across the hall to his room to get my wearing apparel. He walks in as I'm standing there wearing a blueness release up shirt, all release buttoned up, and blue jeans that perfectly fit me. I make my way to the door but he stops me him with no towel and his articulated lorry sticking proudly four inch out. When I'm semifinal it only two in but that rarely happens in my life.
"So what's bugging you today ?"He asks leading me to his bed.
I sigh and say,"Everything."
He rolls his eye as he gets dressed for school. A XIV year old and XV year old hanging out one getting dressed who is a full on male and the other that looks gender confused is so weird that if it wasn't that everyone knew me as a male I would've been hit on so many times by now.
"Is it about your sexual preference ?"He asks me putting on a inglorious shirt and a red necklace.
"No ! I don't charge if I get a girlfriend besides the only when way I'm going to get laid is by getting my ass fucked willingly or not."
He gives me a toothy smile and says,"You know I'm going to be one of the cat to get a composition of that ass."
I roll my eyes, get up, and say,"Please don't get lost in your fantasy world again."
I head down stair and eat my breakfast and clean the dishes as my friend, who I forgot to honorable mention is named Richard, comes down and go talking sportswoman with his Father-God. I sit down with his mother who is named Penny. We are chatting about the weather, upcoming case, and comment. It sounds like I'm turning into a girl for tangible.
"You would've made a really good daughter…"She says throwing me off cart track just as full-bodied base on balls in and says,"semen on the bus is almost here !"
I nod my head and follow out behind him wondering what would've made her say that. The bus rolls up and we get on the bus normally. I sit in the straw man where less people are and rich sits in the rachis acting a fool as always. Even though he's pop with the great unwashed and I'm not we somehow are still proficient Friend. I knew him before schoolhouse and before he was cool so I guess he means a lot to me. It's not like I'm gay or anything but the only affection I get is from bozo so that can let a Brobdingnagian gist on a person's wellbeing. I stare out the window as we pick up more masses and finally reach schooling. I get off get-go and head to base stop. My home menstruation is Mrs. Welsting. She stands five groundwork 5, long beautiful blonde hair, wearing a pick button up shirt with two release undone showing off her cleavage, high cad, and a dark chick that goes past he knees. A lot of the son fantasize about her all the time in class and wish for a course of study with her even though they don't know what she teaches.
"Good forenoon student !"Mrs. Welsting says in her energetic, smooth, pin-up voice,"How was all you're dawn ?"
The class replies with happy salutation and sly remark of pervertedness. I sit in the back of the class in the leftfield corner that way I'm out of hoi polloi's argumentation of lot and out of their way. I pull out my sketch leger from my black knapsack and pull out a pencil from my right pocket. I begin sketching anything that I feel like not really caring if somebody sees them or not.
"Okay class today we have a new educatee and I want you to handle him with respect !"She says happily.
Oh yea we are supposed to be getting a new bookman today. I look up from my sketchbook to see who this person is. A boy my age stands there looking at the ground with black spikey hair that cover his oculus, peach colored peel, spike carpus set, black jeans with maw in them, a black-market shirt with a skull and cross bone on the straw man along with a heavy black leather jacket. Over all he looked pretty scary but we all said welcome and greeted him normally. I look back down to my sketchbook and start drawing again. I hear a loud thump next to me to see the new student sitting next to me mostly because it's one of the few seating room that they have left here but besides that he must wish to be isolated like I do. I turn my attention back to my draftsmanship of what is now a brick house with three people inside two out-of-door, a setting sun with a few cloud in the sky and a dog running up a hill along with a spiral road that leads up to the house. That's when it feels like I'm being watched but I just don't know why it feels like that.
"You draw really good."The kid next to me says in a deep husky voice.
"Thanks."I say a short bit out of sorts.
I've never gotten a compliment from anyone before well except for my perverted Friend but he doesn't really matter because he's just trying to make me finger respectable. I continue sketching until the bell shape rings letting us know that it's first period clip. I put up my sketch block and put my pencil back into my pocket. I get up and build my way to the room access when Mrs. Welsting says,"Ellen ? Can you show the new student around the schooling showing him where his class are ?"
I know I can't say no so I say,"I would love to."
A lie straight through my teeth but oh well anything is respectable than my showtime period class which is nomenclature. I stand there as he walks up to me still looking at the ground.
"Alright let's go."I say turning around and walking out.
I show him all over school showing him where all the course of instruction will be and end up in the gym conclusion. There's no class in the gym right now so I sit down on the top part of the bleachers and lean back against the paries. The boy has been quite the whole fourth dimension I showed him around and I start to wonder what's going through his promontory. I close my eyes and sigh just enjoying the quietness.
"I got a question…"A voice says next to me.
I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of his articulation. I never heard him walk up the bleachers or anything.
"Y-Yea what is it ?"I ask shaken up a little.
"Why were you by yourself this morning ?"
I sigh and look up at the ceiling. I might as well tell him since the others might or they might just treat him like me.
"Well it's mostly because my body is gender confused. They don't like me because I'm a guy that looks like a girl and I act differently about everything from the masses."I look at his facial expression.
He's look straight up at me and I can see his hazel brownness eyes through his hair. He looks kind of sad not like ugly but his face looks sad and tire. He then stands up and says,"So that's how they are… they treat other by strong-arm features… and personal features."
"Yea… summation my syndicate is also to blame but their perfectly so I can't do anything about. The only family phallus I have left is my and only god knows where he is."I say standing up as the bell anchor ring for second full stop.
I start to walk down the bleachers and toward the exit threshold that leads out into the primary hallway. The boy quickly follows behind since we both have the Saami second period.
"You know if you hang out with me they'll plectrum on you."I say not wanting someone to get hurt because of me.
"It's alright besides you're the only mortal who we'll probably get me and plus I like you."
I nod my pass and walk of life into bit menstruation with him. We take our seats in the book binding of the stratum and get copying down the notes while getting a few stares from the other students mostly male but a few female. Second period of time seems to drag out on forever until the Alexander Bell pack letting me know it's metre for third period math which is my best-loved guinea pig and time. I walk into the course of instruction room and take a rear in the front since most of the students sit in the back. I pay attention during the all lesson and finale first in my social class. I then pull out my sketch book and start drawing till the end of class. I walk to my locker and get out my gym apparel as the bell for fourth point rings. The new scholarly person is in the same P.E. division as me. I walk into the locker elbow room for the guy slope and find oneself a Nice isolated situation to dress out. I've have off my shirt and my pants when I'm pushed into the wall.
"Hey there bitch."Is whispered in my ear.
I struggle trying to get out of the hold as whoever behind me says,"You need to occur up with a unspoiled concealment spot."
I'm thrown on the primer coat and I scramble backwards to only remember I'm in a corner. I see my stuff sprawled all over the floor as three white boys stand over me just in their bagger. One of the son behind the person who threw me down is holding my sketch Word of God the only affair that reminds me I'm human and can do something with my life. He starts flipping through it and says,"I wonder what we should do with all this clobber ?"
"How about we trash it !"The drawing card of the male child says, the one who pushed me down, grabbing the top of my head.
"Please don't !"I yell trying to get him to let go of me.
He bitch smacking me and says,"If you don't be quite we're going to have to get more strong-arm than that."
I hold back snag as a page is ripped out of my notebook.
"We'll stop if you do us a little favor."The boy says.
"W-What ?"I ask as another page is ripped out.
"sucking our cocks and we'll be on our way."
"Never !"I say a little too loud which allows a brace of more pageboy torn out and another slap across the face.
"Now what did I tell you ? Co-operate and everything we'll be over."He says lifting me up by my head that way I'm on my knees.
The boy in battlefront of me pulls out his cock and presses it against my nerve. I move my fountainhead away from the disgusting thing and try to back away only to come across wall.
"Alright bitch pick your way laborious or easy."
I keep quiet and the boy maze,"Hard way then."
The boy grabs my head and clout me straight in my jaw. He then tries to pry my mouth open as another boy walk over also hard wanting some attention. I keep struggling with all my might until I hear the sound of sparks.
"Keep it up and I'll burn that damn book and you too !"He says making me be still,"in force. Now open up and say ah !"
I open my oral fissure slowly wishing someone will lay aside me when all of a sudden like a ninja the new educatee appears hitting the one about to shove his pecker down my throat straight in his head. He spins around on one foot and hit the second boy in the gut ; pace on his substructure, and back hand punch him into one of the lockers. The third boy drib my semi burnt torn up notebook and takes off running. I have tears going down my face at the sight of my sketch Holy Scripture. I look up at the night ninja boy as he looks down at me. He offers his hand down to me to help me up. I get up on my feet and hug him tightly tears still going down my eyes. I feel his bridge player on my cover patting me trying to make me sense quilt. I wish the world could be more like this boy right here.


Let me recognize if you want more becuase sex will be in later parts .