The Unthinkable by Living·my·life Forever (best books for 8th graders .txt) 📖

such a lovely cook, dear." she laughed at me for mocking her.

" That's true." we all went back to silence, enjoying what was on our plates too much to speak. 

After I finished eating, I stood up to take my plate into the kitchen which was down the hall and behind the stairs. 

" Zuri, I got it." 

" Oh no. It's fine." 

" Thankyou." I nodded with a smile on my face. I certainly was full and satisfied. I heard Nicky say something but didn't exactly hear her. I was already in the kitchen by then. The kitchen was an olive green. It had an island in the very middle with a light brown granite surface and bright red bar stools. The closets, drawers, and cabinets were all a dark gray including the fridge and dishwasher. At the bottom right corner and wall there was a black leather booth that went with a steel table. I supposed that was where they ate breakfast. 

I walked over to the end of the kitchen and rinsed off my plate. Then I stowed away my plate in the dishwasher beside it.

" Since you're so good at dishes, how about putting all of these away." I turned around and Zane was standing behind me with dishes in his hands and on his arms.

" Look, I'm not gonna be your maid. Obviously your mother told you to do it so I won't stand in your way." 

" Please?" I pushed him aside and started to walk out the kitchen. I heard a clash behind me and an " Oh shit!" from an angry Zane. 

" Crap." I muttered, mentally face palming myself. 

" Look what you did! I ask you for help and you make me drop everything!"

" You're the one who stupidly decided to carry every plate from the freaking table! Don't even begin to blame me for your own stupidity!"

" I outta-" He stepped on the shattered plates and was in my face.

" Outta what? You aren't going to hit me are you? I'd like to see your ass try, sweetheart." 

" You ruthless little bitch!"

" Am I supposed to be offended? Stop using words and use your fists if you're the bad boy you act like!" he grabbed my wrist and spun me around having my back pressed against his chest. My wrists were both held behind with his one hand with his other arm wrapped around my waist.

" Is that better?" He whispered in my ear causing me to shiver against him. He laughed at me and let me go. I turned around and swung my shin into his neck. I pinned him on the ground with my fists and kneeled down beside him. He groaned in pain though I didn't know why. Did I really hurt this punk? I was gentle with him like he very much was with me. Well, maybe I did go a tad bit overboard. But, just a tad.

" Get. Off." 

" Oh, you don't like this position? You sure seemed to like it earlier when you were on top of me on the window seat."

" Zuri, " he gasped. " I'm on...glass. Please. Get off." 

" Huh?" I got off of him and lifted him up from the ground. He groaned again when I gently turned him around to see large and tiny shards of glass piercing his back and arms. Every single spot where there was glass, there was blood trickling down from its wound. Tears formed in my eyes from all the blood I saw. The worst thing about the situation was that I was the one to cause it. 

" What the hell is going on in here?" Mr. Anderson and the rest of the family walked in and I turned to him with the tears already slowly falling down my cheeks.

" He dropped the plates and he started... he started yelling at me because it was partially my fault since...since I shoved him. So then I threatened him into hitting me because he called me a bitch." I couldn't stop my stuttering. The smell of blood was too much for me. Lori came beside and used her magic to easily flip him over so that she could see his backside. She popped him over to the booth so he could lay down and we both walked over to him.

" He hit you?!" Nicky shrieked. 

" And called you a bitch?" Jorge ended.

" No no no. It wasn't that serious. See, he turned me around and put my hands behind my back. Then he let go and I, uh, I kicked him in the neck. After that, I pinned him on the floor not realizing there was glass there." I lowered my head and waved them to come over and look. Nicky had Riley on her hip when they all came to take a look.

" I'll have to call the alchemist." Jorge whipped out his iPhone 5 from his pocket. I touched his hand implying for him not to do so. Zane groaned a third time. It was killing me. Why was I so stupid? I could have at least not put him in the glass. So stupid!

" That won't be necessary. Lori and I can heal him." 

" You girls are healers?" Nicky asked. We nodded.

" We should get him to his room though. This booth isn't exactly big enough for him." Lori said. We looked at the way half his body hung off the booth. The blood was spreading all over his white shirt and seeping onto the couch. We had to act fast or he'd die of blood loss.

Jorge carried his son up the steps and escorted us to his room. His room was a royal blue color and he had white shelves covering his walls stacked with CDs. Jorge set him on his sofa bed. Zane already had his eyes closed showing us we could lose him at any second. 

Lori grabbed my hand and we kneeled down on the floor. I used my other hand to levitate his shirt off of him and put it in the trash near his door. He smirked slightly when I did so. At least his personality was still there. Lori and I began chanting with our hands hovered over his body. We kept on with that for about five minutes until the thousands of shards of glass disappeared from his bloody flesh. He screamed from the feeling of glass being pulled from his skin.

Next, Lori and I turned towards each other and sat Indian style. To finish healing Zane, she had to transfer some of her energy to me. If we both cured him at the same time we could both die. This is because using all that energy would cause us to pass out and we wouldn't be able to ever wake up again. It's kind of like a curse of ours. Every witch has there own weaknesses and if we heal someone alone or together without the transfer of someone's energy, it could kill us.

A yellow ball with white light surrounding it grew bigger and bigger between us. Once it was as big as maybe the size of a human heart, we placed it on where Zane's heart would be. His back began to glow and it rapidly spread throughout his whole body. We put our hands on him and started chanting loudly as possible until the light went down. When it did, the blood was gone and his pulse started beating at a normal rate. He groaned once again and turned to face me. He smiled the sweetest smile that said thank you all over. 

I smiled back at him and waited for him to regain his energy. But, I couldn't wait any longer so I sat him up so that I could hug him. He wrapped his arms around my curvy waist affectionately. I breathed in his cinnamon scent.

" If you scare me like that again I'll kill you myself." I whispered in his cute little ear.

" You almost did." I pulled away from him and slapped him on the chest.

" Bastard! I'll do it again!"

" So, um, why were you crying then? Would you care to explain because you know, I'd certainly like to understand." He grinned with his victory. 

" You're annoying." I pouted, crossed my arms, and stuck out my bottom lip.

He unfolded my arms and placed them around his neck. " Thank you, Zuri. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you." I melted into him feeling perfectly happy until I got into my right mind. I swiftly came from his grasp finally being aware of his half naked body. I stood up and turned around to an empty room. 

" Where did everyone go?"

Chapter 4

"Zane, where is everyone?"

"I think they left to give us some privacy." He came and embraced my waist with his arms from behind. I stayed there for a second and jumped away.

"Don't play those games with me! You told them to leave behind my back! What so you can take advantage of me?"

He rubbed him temples in frustration and closed his eyes. " No, I did not, Zuri. My mom wanted me to tell you something about you and what's going to happen." I nodded and walked over to sit on his bed. " So, you're actually gonna listen?" He smirked and I rolled my eyes. 

"Yeah, asshole, spill." He laughed at me. Oh, didn't see that coming(you got it right, sarcasm).

"Okay well first of all, you and Lori are going to be coming to my school. But I'm sure that you'd have a problem with that." 

"So what? You're saying I can't handle going to school with you because you think you're beautiful and I won't be able to deal with that?" I was swinging my finger in his face. "Let me tell you something mister-" He grabbed my finger and moved it from his face. He put a warm finger to my lips which sent tingles throughout my body.

"If you'd let me finish, maybe you'll get the whole story." I nodded and huffed. "You would have a problem with it because this school is a school for mystical creatures. People like us including zombies, banshee, elves, fairies, and alot more. Even demons but they're under the school away from us. We aren't allowed to go down there. Lastly, the thing about me and you." he paused as if waiting for my reaction. He was trying to determine if I would freak or not. I stood my ground, ready for anything that may come flying out of his mouth. "Well...you and I... are to be married." literally, I did not see that coming. My mouth hung open. He was not serious. There is no way I am not marrying this incompetent, arrogant bastard! 

"This is a dream." I held my head in my hands. 

"Nah, I'm serious, Z. The-"

"No. Just don't say anything." I stood from the bed and clutched my chest. How could this happen?

"Zuri, please. Don't go. We can talk about this." 

"I don't think so." He put his hands on my hips and turned my around to face him. He didn't say anything at first and the more I looked at him, the more I silently cried. It makes me sick because I don't ever cry this much. It's like