Autumn Versace | D9 {FIN}

Being the eldest child of the bunch had its perks and quirks. Eighteen years had passed quickly, however I was not one to keep up with such passed time. Usually at a fable age such as my own, one would already have their life set for them, whether it be vivid or not so much. Stuck in the past like a lord of time without his teleporter, I am truly a raging, hormonal thirteen year old trapped inside of a body that refused to stop moving forward. It was obvious to others that I was never normal for my age. It didn't take rocket science, not even a mind reader to tell that. A girl going through puberty, one who holds a powerful sex drive deep within is what controls my body, my mind. In my truest form I am simply a thirteen year old, one who has slightly over average weight, with boobs that have only slightly blossomed from a frustrated wall. People usually describe me as a hopeless romantic and this wasn't just due to my several novels written of erotic fan fiction, featuring all different genres that ranged through out the spectrum.

My siblings are the one's that usually guide me through life and all if it's difficulties. It was almost as though they were the elder siblings and I was the youngest, but unfortunately that was not the case. Standing on low ground beneath my youngest sibling, Ellie, she is usually the one who holds upper hand above us all. You could see the fire in her eyes and that maniacal grin, followed by a laugh would rub some the wrong way. However, I knew she held the best intention for us, even with all the threats she held against us. Ever so often she threatened to blackmail us, one time I would never forget is when me, Laila got heavily wasted off of non-alcoholic mix she stole from the market just down the street. To get her to not tell mom and dad to ensure that my death wouldn't be so soon I was to do her chores for an entire month. 

My brother, Davey, is one with a heart of gold. He is always the kind of boy you'd see wearing his signature smile along his baby fluffed cheeks. He was never one to hide his true intentions behind closed curtains. We were all of the same kin, obviously, and we are never afraid to associate ourselves with each other, despite my social awkwardness that was involuntary coming from the person- myself. And despite the manipulative little rotten hellion my sister Ellie can be, we all found similarities in our differences. It wasn't the fact that we all had the same dark brown hair, mine being the best out of all of ours because of my full head of hair with sexy, uneven cut bangs that dangled along my forehead, and lightly tanned to pale-ish skin that formed our beauty. 

Our eccentricity was something that was sure to make us unique and stand out from the crowd. We're full of abnormalities that differentiate us from a perfectly well done family of boring, 1-D stick figures with no imperfections drawn upon them. It was simply for the fact that we weren't stick figures, something that could be so easily drawn up and for that we are bold. Even with the similarities in our appearances, I was the only one with one lazy dark brown eye that sky rocketed the opposite direction of the focused right eye. This was something that was involuntary and for that I was prescribed with glasses that extremely helped focus them back together perfectly.

People usually associated with fantasy creatures, ones that could only come to life in fairy tales, or nightmares. It was once upon a few years ago that I had discovered my love for the sexual tendencies of zombies that tried so vigorously to eat your brains, or grind up upon you like fuckboys of today's century. It was explored upon when passing a book in the local market of the Town Square that I had read of such beautiful and exotic creatures. Zombies and unicorns and Johnny Jr. and butts are usually the only things that cross my mind, and boy was it exciting to write about, bringing us back to my erotic fan fiction. I sure do love thinking about Johnny Jr's sexy moves while he's dancing and that ass, I mean THAT ASS. If only I could touch that ass just once. Just. Once.

"Uuuuuuuuuh... Johnny Jr. your ass is grass and I'm going to mow it."

And with a seductive wink of my strong eye my charm bomb goes into full blown action. I like to think I am a strong, sensual woman although the minds of others would so politely disagree. Especially in the mind of Abigail, the girl who saw my true ugly side of when she tried to steal Johnny Jr. from me, but I told that skank I hated her. In all honesty I know that I am no more special than the average person, no matter what anyone says, I don't hold myself to a queenly level among the other peasants, because you see I am just like the rest of you. I'm no hero, I put my bra on one boob at a time like everyone else.

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