The Midnight Hour 12+

📖 Who can really explain the feeling, the desire to be something more? Forme, it is a strange sort of tugging, like all of me isn't really here, as if that missingpiece is really somewhere else, engaging in the future that I hope to one day bepart of. I know I am meant for something more. I can't really explain it, at leastnot in words, but I know there has to be more to life than what my eyes can see,than what my mind can understand. My heart tells me so. And aren't peoplealways saying to follow your heart? It's a golden rule or something.Unfortunately, my life is still mostly normal. I'm the oldest of two children.My family is pretty wealthy, thanks to my dad's CEO position for his softwarecompany Cabbot Industries. Although he is an owner, he loves being hands-onand "part of the action." We don't have much to worry about in the way offinances, but we pay for it with Dad's constant absence. He's always away forwork and business, typically halfway across the world.I trudge my way downstairs, fighting back the desire to rush back up tomy room, jump in bed, and hide under the covers. I shake it off, telling myself,Less than five months of school left, Elle. You can do it. Stifling a yawn, I walkinto the kitchen.Denney, my fifteen-year-old little brother, is sitting at the kitchen table,eating a bowl of cereal. He gives me a small smile in acknowledgment, showinga little too much of his breakfast.I turn to the breadbox on the bakers rac...