𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 1

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-𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫-

I placed the graduation cap on David's head. "I'm super proud of you!" I say excitedly, holding back tears that are clearly forming. He wraps me in a hug. "Raquel, we need to leave!" I yell down the hallway to the bathroom. "Now, I'll be going to Evan's house for the after party. Can you get one of your friends to take you home?" David asks me. I nod my head.

David is my older brother who is 18 and Raquel is my younger sister who is 11. We did live with our grandparents, but they passed away. David has a full time job now, and I work at the daycares when I can. We make it work, other family members help when they can. I have another brother who is the oldest. But he hates us, so he left when our grandparents passed. We don't see him much.

David ran over to me on the football field and gave me and huge hug and began to cry. "We did it!" He yelled. "Now it's your turn!" He said excitedly. Evan came up to us. He gave me a hug and we began to talk. "You should come to the party!" Evan smiles. "I can't leave Raquel at the house by herself. And it's just gonna be a bunch of guys." I laugh. Just at that moment Raquel came up to me with one of her friends. "Can I please go home with Dakota? Her mom said I could." Raquel begs. "I guess that means you're coming to the party." Evan smiles. I hand Raquel her phone and to call me when she's ready to come back home. She gives me a hug and runs off with her friend.

There was a lot of people at this party. I hate being social. Crowds overwhelm me, and I hate most of the people here anyways. There's people here that are already drunk. And there's guys here who have already tried to get with me before. A whole group of perverts. Evan looked over at me after a while and he came over to me. "You wanna go home?" He asks. I looked down at my phone. "Please. It's already way to late. And Catie has already called me a couple times." I smile up at him.

I get out of his truck. "Bye Evan!" I yell at him from the porch. Truth is, I've liked Evan for a while. It's always just been a waiting game. Evan gets out of his truck and runs to me. "What are you-" I say but I'm cut off. Evan kisses me. I go to pull away from him but he holds me there and deepens the kiss. "Bye Christina." Evan smirks at me. Evan goes and gets in his truck and leaves.

I go to my room. I scream at the top of my lungs. I called Catie and continued to freak out. "HE KISSED ME. WE KISSED. HE'S MY FIRST KISS!" I yell. Catie smiles "Yay, I'm super happy for you. Does that mean that y'all are together now?" Catie asks. I sit down on my beg. "Of course not. We're just friends." I smile. "Friends don't kiss each other. Especially not like that Christina. You know that." Catie says. "Thanks Catie." I say and roll my eyes.

Catie went to bed a while ago. So now it's just me in the house. I kept thinking about that kiss. I had to mean something right? I made me some cheese sticks and I watched YouTube on the TV in the living room. I laughed at Mark complaining that the crayons were as much as rent in his Papers, Please video. "Fuck them kids." I laugh

"Man I've gotta stop." I mumble. I felt my own cum fall down my leg. I cleaned myself and the floor up. David texted me and told me he was going to stay at another friends house tonight. Yay! That means I get to stay up late. And I can have my pacifier. Wow, this is the first time in a long time I can really be little. I played music through my speaker as loud as I could. I colored in the coloring book Catie got me and I watched Emperor's New Groove, it's my favorite.

"Kuzco's poison!" I said along with the movie. Then I heard a knock on the door. It's was probably just Madison, that's David's girlfriend. "Hey Madison." I say. "David's not back yet." I say and continue watching my movie. She knows about me being little, so I don't mind being little around her. "Wrong person." The voice said. I sat up really quickly. Fuck it's Evan. I looked around me, well this is about to be a very interesting conversation.

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