I'm not sure if I'm going to keep this story or not it was just an idea that popped into my head so I said " Hey why not? I can give it a go." So here I am writing a story... again.

Minutes after Midnight

Midnight.
Yeah, that's my name. I think it describes me well. It looks to be about that time as well according to the stars. The cold air was nipping at my raw cheeks, making them sting as the wind picked up. I couldn't help but keep walking even in the cold night air. That's the only thing that has been able to calm me down lately. The tension in my house has been so thick with my brother always getting into trouble and my whore of a sister with a new guy everyday. My parents are about to snap and I'll be the one that they snap at just because they can't stand me. I have no idea why they hate me so much but they do. My dad doesn't hit Sky or Orion like he does me and I'm the one that listens, doesn't get into trouble, does my school work, isn't acting like a bimbo like Sky and they still hate me. What is just so wrong with me that my parents would rather kick me out of the house just so they don't have to wake up and see my face in the morning?
My life was over the day I was born. Yep. It's true. The second I was born my parents new I was different. I didn't cry. That was their first clue. The doctor thought I was dead but then saw I was breathing and said I was fine. Their second clue was my hair. No one in my family has dark hair and somehow I end up having dark hair. From my grandparents all the way through and even up to my great great great grandparents didn't even have dark hair, on both sides. No one can get any records past that. The next clue was my eyes. A bright glowing green. I'm the only one. The family all have blue eyes.
Maybe my parents hate me so much because I'm so different from them. Maybe they hate me so much because I was the mistake child, the one that they were not planing on having. I don't blame them. They had the prefect family before I came along. They try real hard to make sure that I know I messed out their life when I was born. I know they don't love me and I'm okay with it. I really don't care anymore. The only person that ever did love me would have to be my grandma on my mom's side. She would always send me things for my birthday and Christmas. Thoughts were the only gifts I ever got. My siblings don't get me anything for thoughts days and my parents sure as hell wouldn't. They don't have any reason to. I think my grandma, Nana (That's what I used to call her) was the only person that ever really loved me. She used to tell me how pretty I was and that made me smile. She said she loved my " roasted chestnut " hair and my " emerald " eyes. I don't know if she ever really meant it. I think she did though. When I was little I would smile when she would say it but as I got older I didn't. Nana asked me why I didn't smile and I told her what I thought and still think. I told her that it wasn't true. I remember how shocked she looked at me. Her old blue eyes were wide almost with horror. She asked how I could think that. " I'm ugly. I should be locked up in solitary 'cuse I'm that damn ugly. I'm worse then a rat." I told her. I remember she said, " A rat? You think you look like a rat?" Rat. After being called that your whole life you get used to it. That's the only thing my family calls me. That was the last time I saw Nana. She died a year ago. I really miss her. I have to move on though. Its not like I lost my lover. Ha that's a real stupid thought. I'm never gonna have a lover or a real friend for that matter.
In 14 years I've never had a friend. I know its sounds sad but its true. I'm not sure what it is that turns people away about me so they wont even look at me. I guess its just that I blend in with everyone. I'm not pretty like my sister Sky. I'm not a trouble maker like my brother Orion. I do nothing for myself to stand out and I like not standing out. I don't have a reason to stand out. You get used to being alone all the time, eating by yourself in the cafeteria and not talking to anyone. Sometimes I swear people don't even see me at school. I like it.
Chills ran up and down my spine as I walked on the edge of the woods and road. I have no idea how many times I've walked this road late at night. It was getting colder and colder. I couldn't help but shiver in my thin jacket. I turned around and headed back home. The lights were off downstairs but you could see the blue loom of the TV through the windows. Someone was up. Lets just hope its not my dad other wise he'll hit me just for kicks. I don't see why he does it. I don't yell or scream or even cry when he hits me. Maybe he's just trying to brake me. I have no idea. I tried to open the front door as quietly as I could but it was no use.

" What the hell you doin' home Rat?" My brother Orion spat, sitting in the recliner.

My brother is real handsome. He's tall, lean, and real strong. At school were reading this book called The Outsiders and he reminds me of Dally. He acts just like him, real mean and cold and looks a bit like him too, well the whole blond hair almost to the point of it being white part. He looks more like Sodapop with his movie star looks if you ask me.

" I'm goin to bed." I said quietly.

" Well if you start fuckin' screaming in the middle of the night again then I'm gonna go your room and kick the shit out of you. You got it Rat?" Last night I had a dream that I woke up screaming from but I can't really remember what it was about. I just remember being in a dark place and that's it. Everyone got real mad at me last night for waking them up around 3 in the morning.

" Yeah." I said and went upstairs to my room. My room has to be the cleanest room in the house. It's gonna stay that way too. I'm the only person that goes into my room. No one wants to be in there. I also happens to the smallest room in the house, bedroom that is. I only have a few things in my room. I have a bed that rests on the floor, a clock that rests next to the bed, a bookshelf, a dresser, and a closet. That's about all that could fit in the small room. I have one small window but it would never work of sneaking out but I would never have to. My parents would rather have me as far away from them as possible so the front door is just fine. I pulled off my jean jacket and went over to my closet and hung it up. I untied my shoes and neatly placed them on the closet floor. I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of pjs and slipped out of my clothes and into the pjs. I put my under ware and the shirt I had warn today in the small hamper that I kept in my closet then hung up my jeans. I slowly closed the door making sure not to bang it then turned off the light and went to bed falling asleep only to wake up a 5 like every morning.