My Life As A Teen Robot Pornography Story: Tell all ye dedicated Chapter 1
I decided to stop by and see how they were. They lived next door, and I never bothered them before.
“Hey! Brad, Tuck!” I entered without knocking. “It’s getting kind of cold out there, huh?”
I walked into the living room, I remember seeing Brad knelt over a box with red paper and shiny ribbons taped around it.
“Shh! Don’t tell Tuck! It’ll ruin the surprise!” He half-whispered to me.
“What surprise?”
“The present! If he finds out it’ll totally ruin the spirit of gift-wrapping.”
“Gift-wrapping? Is it his birthday?”
“Where’s your yuletide spirit, Jen? The gift is essential to Christmas.”
“Christ-a-what?”
“Christmas! You know, jolly ol’ St. Nick and decorations on trees and caroling, Christmas!”
“Christ-uh-mus?”
“You mean you’ve never heard of Christmas?!”
I shook my head.
“Where have you been?!”
“In my room.” I muttered to the floor.
He put his hand on my back. “Cheer up, by the end of the week you’ll be a Christmas expertee!”
“I will?” I felt hopeful.
“Sure thing, Bradley, your best friend, will not fail to teach you! After I wrap Tuck’s present.”
“I have a question.”
“Ask away.”
“Why do you give him a present?”
“Tradition, just like all of Christmas.”
“What’s tradition?”
“You have a lot to learn.”
***
“Mom!” I screamed as I ran into home. “I just learned about something great!”
“What is it dear?” My mother, Mrs. Wakeman, asked, “Is it Albert Einstein?”
“Nope.”
“Thomas Edison?”
“Guess again.”
“Magnetics?”
“No, Christmas!”
“Christmas?” She was appauled. “Rubbish.”
“Rubbish? It’s the greatest holiday ever! It brings families close together, it celebrates good will towards all men and it shows unselfishness and charity!”
“Garbage! It does none of those things and it never will.”
“Oh come on Mom! Just wait until the house is full of relatives and we all talk about holiday spirit and you can make food for all of them, and-“
“I will have none of that in this house! Besides, I haven’t gone anywhere that my family is in over twenty years!”
“But it’s Christmas! They’ll open their hearts up to you and-“
“It’s ridiculous, and I forbid you to do any celebrating of any sort!”
“But Mom!” I cried out in desparity.
“No buts! You’re a world-saving robot, you have more important things to do!”
I stomped out. “Thanks a lot, scrooge!”
***
“Mom said no to the Christmas thing.” I told Brad at school the next day.
“She did? Did she say no to the tree?”
“Yep.”
“The presents?”
“Yeah.”
“The relatives? The food? The good will toward all men?”
“Yes, yes, and yes.” I said, full of anger.
“Hmmm…” He thought for a second. “I know, just do what I’d do. Keep bugging her about it until she says yes.”
“Would that really work?” I doubted.
“Trust me, it’ll work much better than the cover-up.”
“So, the robot girl celebrates Christmas.” Brit said. “How charming.”
“Yeah, if you like tin in your eggnog!” Tiff laughed.
“Merry Christmas you guys!” I said.
“I’m celebrating Kwanzaa.” Brit told me.
“Oh, well, Happy Holidays then!” I waved as they walked away.
“What are you being so nice to them for?” Brad asked.
“Christmas spirit.” I answered.
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Chapter one is done! I love saying that. Please review. I have this ‘policy’ that if no one reviews I don’t write another chapter. I don’t wanna waste my time.