Authors note: Every and all characters in this story will be eighteen years of age and or older. Sorry I didn't make that clear during my first submission of this story.
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"Hurry the fuck up in there!" Kylee yelled while pounding relentlessly on the door causing Kyle to mentally face palm himself. He shook his head in dismay at the irritating voice, tossing the washcloth to the shower floor in a heap of anger.
"Damn it Kylee, I'll be out in a minute," he yelled back stepping under the hot refreshing spray of water, rinsing the soap from his body sighing in appreciation at the heavenly feeling.
"I don't have all morning," She hollered back not hiding the venom from her voice.
"You and me both," Kyle muttered under his breath, taking his time to clean himself thoroughly hoping desperately for no more distractions from his bitchy twin sister.
Everyday seemed like the movie Groundhog Day to Kyle. Wake up, take a shower and get ridiculed by Kylee for supposedly taking too long. Then he would go to school and wind up getting bullied by the jocks for their own amusement. He would spend half of his classes fantasizing and day dreaming about the beautiful girls surrounding him throughout the day, in which he knew they were all way out of his league. Then he would come home to mountains of homework that seemed to never end, before logging on his computer to play role-playing games with his equally geeky friends. Dinnertime would soon roll around which he was forced to sit at the table, listening to his parents rant on about their jobs. Finally he would spend the rest of the evening vegging out in front of the television hoping to avoid any further ridiculing from Kylee. It all pretty much sums his life into one word boring; o.k maybe two, dull.
Kyle opened the bathroom door and was blasted with a wave of cool air and a look of vain from Kylee as she stood there with her arms crossed tightly against her pink robe, tapping her foot impatiently. "Finally done jerking off in there perv," she scolded brushing past him muttering incoherent profanities before slamming the door with a loud crash. Kyle just ignored her accusation retreating to his own room shaking his head because he knew arguing with his sister would be a fight he'd never win. How can someone be a bitch, he thought to himself while drying the water from his body.
He quickly dressed in the ghastly school uniform that was forced upon the students to wear. A navy blue button down dress shirt, with navy blue dress pants, a gold tie, along with black socks and shoes. It was hideous but there was no other choices. Hurrying to the kitchen Kyle grabbed a packet of pop-tarts from the cupboard before exiting his house in a hurry so that he would not miss his bus.
"Hi Mrs Wilson," he greeted the elderly widow who lived next door with a smile before beginning his journey to the bus stop.
"Hey Kyle, you got a minute?" Debra Wilson called out to him before he walked to far away.
"Yes Mrs Wilson," Kyle replied walking back to her fence that surrounded her front lawn.
"After school would you be able to do me a big favor," Debra asked flashing her customary smile. "The storm clogged my drain gutter with dead leaves and I would appreciate if you can clean it out for me? There are also a few boxes in my shed I'd like for you to take out to the trash, if you don't mind!"
"Yes Mrs Wilson," Kyle spoke. "It won't be any problem at all, but I gotta go and catch my bus before I'm late."
"Thanks sweetie, your a life saver," Debra says while turning her attention back to her knitting.
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The yellow bus arrived as the door squeaked opened, the chatter on the inside drowning out the quiet morning that seemingly plagued the outside world. Kyle sighed as he climbed the steep stairs, taking his dreaded seat next to Albert Samson, the kid with bad body odor. It wasn't Kyle's first choice of places to sit, but he'd grown used to it over the past three years since he was a freshman. It was like the scene from Forrest Gump where no one would let him sit down anywhere, but instead of telling Kyle he couldn't sit, he was forced to walk gauntlets of legs springing out to trip him. He spent the first week as a high school student dodging embarrassment from his piers on the bus until finally Albert invited Kyle to take the seat next to him.
The rattled old bus screeched to a halt outside Twin Oaks High School, rousing a wave of unhappy groans from the occupants inside. Kyle greeted his small group of buddies as they walked to advisory, chatting about Dragon Slayer, the role playing game from the previous night.
"Yo, my dwarf got three thousand gold coins from the chest behind the draw bridge," Slim taunted the group, his real name being Steve but the group called him Slim because he was overweight. Go figure.
"Yeah well my knight found the sliver armor and sword behind a rock that sat nearby the moat," Goggles challenged, his real name being Gary but the group called him Goggles because of the thick glasses he wore.
"My sorceress learned a new book of spells," Re-run taunted, hating to be out done by the others. Mitchell got his nickname from growing up because he used to wear the same shirt for days at a time and had a problem repeating himself until he was answered.
"How about you Kyle? Find any worthwhile treasure lately?" Slim asked bringing Kyle into the conversation.
"Yeah right! Every time the treasure chests appear you all run to them leaving me out to dry and I wind up getting killed." Kyle said shoving his friend playfully.
"Excuses man," Re-run spoke. "I bet you were distracted by that hot twin sister of yours.
"Your a sick fuck," Kyle retaliated punching him in the arm. "Just because she rejected you millions of times doesn't mean I have to stare at my sister like that!"
"Aw ain't that sweet. The older brother is protecting the wicked witch of Twin Oaks like a good brother should." Goggles joked receiving a cold stare from Kyle.