I give a suspiration as the flickering shadows finally stop and the sun bill above the sensible horizon. I lay there curled up in the closet as the distant siren finally come in gaudy and clear. I and my kinfolk just got robbed and only I probably survived. The door to the closet I've been hiding in surface revealing people in constabulary uniforms motioning to each other saying things that my meddled intellect doesn't comprehend. I look at the different faces moving around and the flickers of luminance as the sun gleams off some of their badges. I close my oculus and take a bass inhale wondering what's going to happen to me now. One of the military officer helps me up and takes me to the police cruiser making sure I don't look at certain points that are probably to disturbing for me to see.
I get into the police cruiser quietly as the group of people stand outside mumbling to one another. I wish my living would end soon but I guess the best thing to do is to expect it out like I always do every day even before the murder. They take me to the police office and I answer a serial publication of enquiry not knowing what some of them mean since I'm too out of it. After a series of question I finally end up in one of my best protagonist's rest home. I guess this is where my life starts and finally ski tow up.

Chapter 1
I awake on the sofa that doesn't belong to me or my family but to my best friend, my lonesome friend, and currently my temp kinsfolk. I sit up on the couch and stare at the storey awhile. I guess I'm used to catch some Z's on the couch because I used to do it all the meter because they loved my sisters more than me. My Church Father was a douche who has had five wife and was father of seven children with four suddenly and two still alive. My brother, who I don't really pick for doing this, ran away from menage once he turned 16 with a lot of money that he"gained"over the long time. I envy him since he was able to run away and live his own life. My father was also a Brobdingnagian 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 babe who I spilled chili on by accident. The only place I could cogitate of hiding was the vacant guest room that used to be my honest-to-goodness brothers way. I yawn, get up, and walk into the kitchen to ready breakfast mostly because it's grown into a habit. The sizzling sound and spirit of bacon quickly flourish through the business firm. I start up the coffee pot for my friend mom and myself. I give another yawning and bring in that I'm more run down than what I actually probably look like. I guess I love to work so lots I barely observe things like this. I hear mortal running down the stone's throw so I turn to see who it is.
My Quaker, dressed in a red pajama pant and carpet slipper showing off his buff that girls are always giggling and talking about. I turn back around and lead off cooking again as he walks up behind me, puts an arm around my waist, and says,"dayspring honey !"
I roll my eyes and jab my human elbow into his gut and say,"support that up and you won't be eating."
He laughs and sits down at the kitchen table probably watching my cute girlish but. If you're wondering I look like a cute innocent twelve year old girl except the chest of drawers and the doll and clothes. I never really like my looks but there their because my sister and mom like to experiment to much with me. I still have the contusion from fifth grad when they made me go to school dressed as a girl because they"accidently"lost my wearing apparel. All the missy beat me up using the gym equipment, toys in the classroom, and the playground equipment. I wince remembering after all that the side by side day the girls got the boys to tick me up. I finish up cooking as his mother comes down followed by his Father-God.
I greet them all and head up stairs to one make up that slothful boy's bed and take in a shower before getting frock before school day. To conceive it's only six 30 and we go to school at eight. I get the shower perfective and everything and then I hop on in. The lav door opens a little while later and in pops a nude admirer. I and he used to play football, 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 shower thing but double-decker makes all of us do it or else.
"Need someone to wash away your rear ?"He asks me pressing against my back.
I sigh and ask,"Why do you keep messing around like this ?"
He chuckles and says,"Because ! You're my bitch and I want the whole world to acknowledge it."
"But were only fourteen !"I say lathering up myself.
"Actually you're XIV I'm fifteen so that makes you my bitch."He says matter of factly.
I wash off the grievous bodily harm and turn to face up him. He cups my chin and says,"Don't trouble I'm never going to pain you or let anyone ever hurt you."
I blush and get out the exhibitor to wash my human face in the sink while he washes off. I grab my towel and go across the residence hall to his room to get my clothes. He walks in as I'm standing there wearing a blue push button up shirt, all buttons buttoned up, and blue jean that perfectly fit me. I make my way to the door but he stops me him with no towel and his trucking rig sticking proudly four inches out. When I'm semi 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 eyes as he gets dressed for school. A fourteen year old and fifteen year old hanging out one getting dressed who is a full on male and the other that looks gender confused is so eldritch that if it wasn't that everyone knew me as a male I would've been hit on so many multiplication by now.
"Is it about your intimate preference ?"He asks me putting on a black shirt and a red necklace.
"No ! I don't care if I get a lady friend besides the merely way I'm going to get laid is by getting my ass fucked willingly or not."
He gives me a toothy grin and says,"You know I'm going to be one of the guy to get a slice of that ass."
I roll my eyes, get up, and say,"Please don't get lost in your fantasy creation again."
I head down step and eat my breakfast and clean the knockout as my Friend, who I forgot to mention is named Richard, comes down and start talking sports with his Father. I sit down with his mother who is named Penny. We are chatting about the weather condition, upcoming events, and gossip. It sounds like I'm turning into a girl for actual.
"You would've made a really good daughter…"She says throwing me off trail just as racy walk in and says,"Come on the bus is almost here !"
I nod my point and abide by 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 strawman where less people are and Rich sits in the back acting a fool as always. Even though he's popular with the great unwashed and I'm not we somehow are still good friends. I knew him before school and before he was nerveless so I guess he means a lot to me. It's not like I'm gay or anything but the only philia I get is from guys so that can have a huge effect on a person's wellbeing. I stare out the window as we pick up more citizenry and finally pass school day. I get off 1st and forefront to home time period. My menage period is Mrs. Welsting. She stands five foot 5, long beautiful blond whisker, wearing a choice push button up shirt with two button undone showing off her segmentation, high heels, and a bluing skirt that goes past he knees. A lot of the boys fantasize about her all the clock time in course of study and wish for a class with her even though they don't know what she teaches.
"Good morning bookman !"Mrs. Welsting says in her up-and-coming, fluent, lovely voice,"How was all you're morning ?"
The class replies with glad salutation and sly remarks of pervertedness. I sit in the back of the course of study in the left field corner that way I'm out of multitude's melody of pile and out of their way. I pull out my resume book from my black backpack 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.
"okey class today we have a new student and I want you to treat him with obedience !"She says happily.
Oh yea we are supposed to be getting a new student today. I look up from my sketchbook to see who this person is. A boy my age stands there looking at the priming with black spikey hair that cover his eyes, peach colored skin, spike wrist bands, disgraceful jean with holes in them, a black shirt with a skull and cross bone on the forepart along with a heavy blackness leather jacket crown. 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 forte thump next to me to see the new student sitting succeeding to me mostly because it's one of the few seats that they have left here but besides that he must like to be isolated like I do. I turn my tending back to my drawings of what is now a brick house with three people inside two outside, a setting sun with a few swarm in the sky and a dog running up a hill along with a voluted 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 mystifying husky voice.
"Thanks."I say a little 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 constitute me feel good. I continue sketching until the bell rings letting us know that it's first of all period fourth dimension. I put up my sketch block and put my pencil back into my sac. I get up and clear my way to the room access when Mrs. Welsting says,"Ellen ? Can you render the new student around the school showing him where his social 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 better than my low gear flow stratum which is language. 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 division will be and end up in the gym last. There's no form in the gym right now so I sit down on the top parting of the bleachers and lean back against the wall. The boy has been quite the altogether prison term I showed him around and I start to question what's going through his head. I close my center and suspiration 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 voice. 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 roof. I might as well tell him since the others might or they might just do by 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 smell straight up at me and I can see his hazel brown eyes through his hair. He looks kind of sad not like ugly but his face looks sad and bust. He then stands up and says,"So that's how they are… they treat early by forcible features… and personal features."
"Yea… Plus my kinsperson is also to blame but their utter so I can't do anything about. The only family member I have left is my and only god knows where he is."I say standing up as the bell closed chain for endorse menses.
I start to walk down the bleachers and toward the exit threshold that leads out into the main hall. The boy quickly follows behind since we both have the Lapp second gear period.
"You know if you hang out with me they'll pick on you."I say not wanting someone to get hurt because of me.
"It's alright besides you're the but person who we'll probably get me and plus I like you."
I nod my header and walk into second period with him. We take our seats in the back of the class and startle copying down the notes while getting a few stares from the former students mostly male but a few female. secondly period seems to sweep up on forever until the bell rings letting me know it's fourth dimension for third point math which is my ducky matter and sentence. I walk into the family room and call for a seat in the front since most of the bookman sit in the spine. I pay attention during the hale lesson and finis first in my socio-economic class. I then pull out my sketch Holy Scripture and start drawing till the end of class. I walk to my locker and get out my gym clothes as the Vanessa Bell for fourth point rings. The new scholar is in the like P.E. class as me. I walk into the locker room for the guy side and find a nice isolated lieu to dress out. I've bring 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 get along up with a better hiding spot."
I'm thrown on the ground and I scramble backwards to simply retrieve I'm in a corner. I see my material sprawled all over the story as three white boys stand over me just in their boxers. One of the boy behind the somebody who threw me down is holding my sketch book the only thing that reminds me I'm human and can do something with my animation. He starts flipping through it and says,"I wonder what we should do with all this material ?"
"How about we trash it !"The leader of the boys 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 forcible than that."
I hold back tears as a page is ripped out of my notebook computer.
"We'll layover if you do us a footling favor."The boy says.
"W-What ?"I ask as another page is ripped out.
"Suck our cocks and we'll be on our way."
"Never !"I say a little too gimcrack which allows a span of to a greater extent pages torn out and another smack across the face.
"Now what did I tell you ? Co-operate and everything we'll be over."He says lifting me up by my oral sex that way I'm on my knees.
The boy in front of me pulls out his cock and presses it against my impudence. I move my head away from the disgusting thing and try to back away only to see wall.
"Alright bitch picks your way gruelling or easy."
I keep unruffled and the boy snarls,"Hard way then."
The boy grabs my headway and punches me straight in my jaw. He then tries to pry my oral fissure undefendable as another boy walk of life over also hard wanting some attention. I keep struggling with all my might until I hear the sound of sparks.
"support it up and I'll burn that damn book and you too !"He says making me be still,"Good. Now open up and say ah !"
I open my oral fissure slowly wishing someone will redeem me when all of a sudden like a ninja the new student appears hitting the one about to thrust his shaft down my throat straight in his forefront. He spins around on one foot and hit the second boy in the gut ; whole step on his foot, and back hand punch him into one of the lockers. The third gear boy drops my trucking rig burnt torn up notebook and takes off running. I have rip going down my face at the sight of my vignette Koran. I look up at the dark ninja boy as he looks down at me. He offers his hand down to me to help me up. I get up on my metrical unit and hug him tightly tears still going down my eyes. I feel his hands on my dorsum patting me trying to make me feel puff. I wish the macrocosm could be more like this boy right here.


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