midnight hour by K S (best books to read ever txt) 📖

When someone was shaking me awake the next morning I heard yelling. Jasmine’s figure came into picture once I opened my eyes.

“What on earth is happening,” I asked groggily, and then heard my father’s voice echo the hall. Quickly I got out of the bed and ran to my father pushing me out the door.
“How rude of you to barge into someone else’s house unwelcomed,” I accused, normally I would just apologize to Mrs. Smith and make the guys take him away, but today I felt a different kind of hatred. My father laughed and went to slap me, but the sting never came. That, of course, was because Nathan caught his hand.

“And who are you defending my daughter,” my father asked roughly, making my insides turn even more. It was like my brain and heart were working together to make myself believe that I truthfully did care about Nathan. I didn’t want to believe, but when my father yelled at him, my anger rose to a point it never reach so all I could do was believe.

“Let’s pretend I’m not your daughter then,” I suggested pulled Nathan’s hand away from my father’s. My father laughed even more at my outrageous suggestion and put on a grim smile.

“Where are you going to live, you are nothing but a stranger in my house if you are not my daughter,” he questioned with an unusual amount of venom dripping in his words. Truthfully I didn’t know, but I did know it couldn't be here with Jasmine, it would be rude.

“With me,” Nathan interfered; I unwillingly grabbed his arm and nodded sweetly to my father, anything to make him leave. Although there were sparks, ones that warmed my whole body, I could never come to love Nathan. I knew that he wouldn’t love me anymore than I did him. At the moment I didn’t care about that though, it was only my father I was thinking of, or whatever he was to me now. Once my father left I released my hold on Nathan and gave him a curious look. Why exactly did he help me? I wondered why the whole way up the stairs where Jasmine waited for me.

Jasmine dragged me into her Preppy Pink room, which I named myself, and picked me out a normal outfit to wear. Except since her normal was pink I decided I would search for one myself.

“Look this violet romper is normal, at least in my eyes,” I told her while displaying the romper on the hanger. She laughed and showed me her baby pink fluffy shirt and hot pink skinny jeans. My eyes burned as I looked at the pink, but that was just an excuse. Truthfully I was beginning to cry again.

“You know, Char, you've been my best friend since forever, so you can cry, I see it you know,” she stated then pokes at my cheek. I rubbed my cheek in wonderment, why exactly did she poke my cheek? I laughed as I realized it was to take my mind off the important things. Taking a deep breath I tried redeeming my silly, crazy, and random self.

“I suppose I could, but I won’t,” I said and stick my tongue out as I took the romper off the hanger and stole her violet Reebok's. Soon after that I gave Mrs. Smith my apologize and then Jas and I were off to that boring place called school.

At school it took all I could to not think or look at Nathan. Ignoring the teacher and Nathan I took out my Ipod and headphones to listen to music. Anything that could distract me would do fine, but this was the one way I could be happy while being distracted. In the corner of my eye I saw Jasmine looking over at me with a concerned look, in response I turned a little and gave her a weak smile then went back to looking at the board. If I’m going to ignore the teacher I should at least take his notes right? Slowly I started drifting away from taking notes and the music was being overcome with more thoughts. How on earth am I a werewolf, was the one thought that took over me. I mean it’s obvious that I am a werewolf, how else would Nathan be my mate. I still don’t except it though, there is no way right? Also, why did he say that to my father so easily? I kept questioning myself until I heard the bell sound over my music which was back to its normal loudness.
Sighing loudly I realized that I was the only one who has these kind of problems, most likely. Jasmine hoped over to me and yanked out my headphones which were blaring music. I mouth the word ouch then collected them from her and stuff my Ipod into my backpack.

“Hey jasmine, tell coach that I’m not going to be at practice today, because of something important I have to attain to,” I told her hoping that she wouldn’t ask any questions and just listen to her awesome best friend. Of though she gave me her famous noisy look and took a step closer to me.

“Where are you going, Char,” she asked while eyeing me suspiciously, she knows that I never miss practice on purpose. All I did was smile then run out of the classroom. When I got to my next class I saw Nathan seating next to my seat as if he knew I was trying to ignore him. Why should he care, I thought to myself. He doesn't he know me, if anyone should be my mate, well no one should be my mate for all I know I am human.
I shrugged off all those thoughts and unwillingly sat next to Nathan. The hour and 30 minutes went by in a breeze while doing the same thing I did in the last class. But this time when the bell rang Jasmine wasn’t the one to come up to me. Instead Nathan grabbed my wrist to keep me from walking out before him.

“Yes,” I questioned without looking at him. He shook his head then hesitantly let go of my wrist letting me leave the classroom.

Going to the cafeteria wasn’t what I wanted to do; both Jasmine and Nathan would be there, so I didn’t. I ran or rather speed walked to the library where no one would find me. Sitting at one of the tables I took out my IPod ignoring the silence that embraced the library. Well at least my life isn’t boring, I thought as the iPod was quietly switching to a new song. A SpongeBob song played and even in my deepest misery I couldn’t help but smile at the stupid lyrics. After a few more songs I couldn’t take the loneliness, usually at this moment I would be with the pack, it’d feel like I was part of the pack. Picking up my backpack I scrambled out of the library’s back door towards the parking lot. I don’t encourage skipping, I also don’t encourage Jasmine’s pink, but some things just happen. Thankfully this town is small so I got to the local bus stop before the bus had come. Getting on the bus I paid the driver, but he grabbed my wrist so that I would look at him.

“Aren’t you suppose to be in school,” he asked his voice old and gruffly. It took me a second to think of a response because of the millions of thoughts taking over my mind.

“I get straight A’s, it’s lunch, and my mother is in the hospitable. I’m going back after I see her,” I explained with the truth, not being able to think of a SpongeBob worthy lie. He tutted at me however he removed his hand and let me through. The driver didn’t wait till I was seated to start driving so I tripped forward into an empty seat. I rolled my eyes, damn old bus drivers their so rude. 

Once we arrived at the hospitable stop I looked at me with a smile and gave him a tip, he suspiciously looked at the money then put it in his tip box. I laughed as I got off the bus at his reaction, you can’t poison money can you? I ran up to the lady at the front desk with my student id in my hand.

“How can…aren’t you suppose to be in school,” she asked, in the same tone as the bus driver, even her voice match which scared the soccer out of me. Oh, me and my soccer phrases, I thought to myself with a light laugh.

“Lunch,” I explained with one word then gave her my id and continued “my mother is Gina Ross, I’m here to visit her.”

The lady hesitated for a second then searched for my mother’s room number. She gave my id back then told me 2202, second floor room 202. Too many two’s, I laughed as I walked over to the elevator. Stepping out of the elevator on the second floor I recognized shouting whispers. How could they fight in a hospitable, I asked myself then raked my hand through my black hair which resembled neither of them.  I walked up to the nurse in the desk for the second floor with an apologetic smile.

“Are those two people in room 202…,” I started to question then waved it off and walked into the room where my father was yelling over my mother. They both went silent and I could feel the deathly anger from my father coming towards me.

“You might not be a father to me, but she is still my mother,” I exclaimed before he could ask what a stranger was doing here. Tears threatened my eyes making me look away, while I stood there silently starring at the board that had my mother’s name and the nurse’s. 

“Charlotte, what is it that you need from me,” She asked with a sweet smile that was overruled by the tears spilling from her dark brown eyes, the ones that were honey and warm when none of this happened. My father took that as an insult and pushed out of the room knocking me into the wall. I ignored the sting my heart and walked over to my mother. I haven’t talked to her since I was fifteen, it’s been three whole years. Sitting next to her I had no idea what to say, so many things I wanted to ask, so many things that I was scared to say.

“Am I really your daughter,” my heart whispered, my mind wondering why I had asked such a thing. Where are all the unicorns and