Instinct Pt. 1, Amora P. [books to read in your 30s txt] 📗

until they reached her house.
"see you tomorrow?" Eli asked. Clara turned to him, his soft eyes pleading for a "yes." she just shrugged and stepped out of the car. "Maybe," she said. She walked up the concrete steps of her house, the lights were off so she figured her mother went to bed already.
Once she got inside, Eli beeped the horn of his truck letting her know he was leaving. She cut the lights on. She suddenly heard her stomach growl. She placed her hand on it. "Man I'm hungry." she spoke as she searched the fridge for something to eat. She grunted when she found nothing. "Well I guess I'm going to bed on an empty stomach," she said. Suddenly a striking pain hit her neck causing her to flinch. It was in the same spot in which Eli kissed her neck. She hurried upstairs to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, only to see a redish Passion mark, only it didn't look like a passion mark it looks more like a bite mark. She grimaced at the site, "come on Eli, what the hell." she whispered. She grabbed a cotton swab from the file cabinet and tended to her wound only making it look even more bruised. "Fuck it." she said as she tossed the sawb in the trash.
She went to her room which was never clean, she threw herself on the bed and tried to go to sleep but couldn't, she kept hearing voices and whispers. So she did the most educated thing possible, she pulled her pillow over her ears and soundlessly went to sleep.
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The next day, Clara woke up with a mind slitting headache, "Mom, mom, mother!" she yelled for her mom like a four year old. Her mom came in the room almost falling over Clara's things. "What, what is it?" she asked, she put her pack hand to Clara's forehead. "Clar' your burning up," she said. Suddenly Clara thought, I hope this has nothing to do with what happened yesterday. She remembered the bruise on her neck from Eli, she quickly pulled her covers to her neck so her mother wouldn't see. "Maybe you should stay home from school you don't look so good." her mother said. See the thing with Clara's mom was that she let Clara get away with almost anything. Clara nodded and watched her mother walk or at least try to walk out of the room.
-I can't be sick, I feel fine my head just hurts.- she thought. She got out of bed and wobbled to the dresser to pull out a pair of clothes. She pulled on some jeans and a mini T. She let her hair hang down so her mark wouldn't show. "I look fine I feel fine." she said as she looked her self up and down in her mirror. "And I'm loving the top honey." she heard a voice say. She looked around the room, then shook her head." I must be going crazy." she laughed. "Uh hello, sweetie keep the top loose the jeans." she heard another voice say. She looked up and around her room. "Hello?" she asked. Hello!" about a million voices now said. The word hello was bouncing off her walls. She jumped onto her bed with her brush in her hand ready to swing. "Ouch, exude me miss, but your standing on my FACE!" a now angry voice said. She hopped off the beg with a scream. "Who ever is there, I have a brush and I'm not afraid to use it!" Clara said, fear in her voice." Yeah!" her brush said in a tiny voice she screamed, dropped the brush and ran in the hallway only to be bumped into by her mom. "Oh, look at you," she said walking down the stairs. Clara followed.
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As she sat in the kitchen while her mother made her breakfast, Clara stared at her reflection in the toaster. Her mother caught her stare. "Um, clar,' what are you doing?" she asked. "I'm waiting for the toaster to talk to me." she replied. Her mother lifted her eyebrow. "And has the toaster ever talked to you before?" she asked. Clara rolled her eyes. "No, but I know it can talk." Clara said. Her mother was now concerned. "Clara sweetie, this is the real world, toasters don't talk." her mother said sarcastically. "Not in this reality." she whispered.
Ok, well I'm off to work," her mom said missing her forehead and leaving out the door. "Alone at last." the toaster finally said. Clara jumped out of her chair. "Aha, I knew you could talk!" Clara screamed. "Ok so?" the toaster said. Clara sat back down. "Can you even see me?" she asked poking the toaster." Yes and you just poked me in the eye." it said. Sorry toaster." she said. "And my names not toaster," the toaster said. Clara shrugged. "Ok so what is it?" she asked. "It's Tm Max Seven, but you can call me seven." toaster now seven said. "Ok seven, so how come I can hear you?" Clara asked. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea, I've been talking a or at least trying to talk to you and your mother for about twelve years Eversince you bought me from Ikea." seven said. Clara nodded showing her bruising on her neck. "Whoa is that a passion mark?" seven asked. Clara looked at the bruise in her reflection. "Oh, man I don't know, I think so I don't know." Clara said. "Did you tell your mother?" seven asked. "What, do you know what she'd do to me if she found I had sex at seventeen?" Clara said. "Well, I'm going In toaster mode, see ya late kid."
Seven said. Clara nodded and went to the living room to take a brief nap.


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The next day, things seemed alright, clara didn't hear any objects trying to talk to her on her way to school. so she thought it was all a dream. as she drove into the school parking lot, she noticed jane walking up the steps. she called to her twice but jane did not turn around. "Jane!" she yelled again. jane turned around and went slowly down the steps. ''whats wrong with you?'' she asked. jane shrugged and pulled back her hair. ''tired i guess.'' she said. Clara shut her car door and they started walking. ''so how was it?'' jane asked. Clara turned her head. ''How was what?'' she asked. Jane sucked her teeth. '' The party...'' she said. ''Oh, well I didn't go.'' she said. ''You're mom?'' she asked. yup, said i couldn't go because i was too young." she said finger quoting '' too young''
''oh,''
''your moms a witch'' jane said. clara pushed her causing her to laugh
its true, remember when i came over your house last summer when we all got wet, and she said if i came into the house wet she'd throw me out the window. they laughed. clara needed a good laugh with all that drama last night she believed her mother was a true witch.

as the girls sat on the concrete steps in front of the school eating there lunch, something funny was going on with Clara's nose. she sniffed the air. '' Jane, do you smell that?" she asked. ''smell what?'' Jane asked with a mouth full of hoagie. '' I don't know, but it smells sweet.'' she stood up. suddenly they could hear the sound of an ice cream truck from two blocks away. Jane looked up at Clara for something wasn't right here. ''how in the world did you smell that?' Jane asked. Clara looked at the truck as it slowly drove down the street.

For the whole day, clara sat in the house eating what ever she could find. She even climbed the.counter top for a bag of oatmeal
Cookies." What are you doing?" Her mother asked as shr walked in the door. "Sorry," she said jumping off the counter and making everything shake. "Im just really hungry." She said rubbing her belly. "Did you eat your vegi burger already?" Her mom asked opening th frigde. Clara dropped herself face down on the couch face first." I had 3 already." she mumbled into the pillow. her mother closed
refrigerator and faced her. ''maybe you got cramps?''she said. ''no, i'm just really hungry.'' she admitted. well look, i don't know whats up with you so..'' her mom wasn't a very supportive person when it came to Clara's needs. clara got off the couch and went upstairs to her room. To lay down and get her headache over with.

That night, Clara couldn't sleep she tossed and turned in her bed. She never did this before but but she sleep sweated through her tossing, suddenly she woke up, but she wasn't really awake she was sorta sleet walking. She opened her door. Went down stairs and out the door. She walked for miiles bare foot. It was drizzling so her night gown was wet. Howling from the woods attracted her. She followed the sound. As she got closer to the sound. She was stopped by a wolf looking creature with black fur, the look in its eyes were raving mad and green. But when it saw Clara its eyes tended up and it quietly whined. It ran off. Seeming as if it knew who Clara was, (hint, hint)