"Hi kid, wake up!" Yelled my father, Logan. (He more like an Uncle to me)
I quietly growled at him, before yelling "I'm up, God damn it!"
It was silence for a few seconds, till I heard His heavy footsteps walking away. Mostly likely to wake up the others.
I still wanted more sleep...but I couldn't. So I rolled out of bed and to my closet to find my black ripped jeans and my blood red tank top...and my trusty combat boots.
After I got dressed and was cleaned up for school. I looked in mirror to see the ugly scar running down my right side of my face from when I was six years old. The memories of that day came running in to my head, so I quickly shocked my head and put on cover up over the scar.
I walked down stairs to the dining room to found I was the only one there. So I made so eggs and toast...really REALLY black toast. My Fire typed powers were acting up again. After about a minute, My Uncle Charles( He more like a father) rolled in.
"Good morning, Midnight." He said with a small smile.
"Good morning, Dad." I said with a small smile as well.
He frowned a little. He was about to say something but everyone started to come in.
My only friend here, Evan saw my fail of toast and laughed.
"You sure like your stuff burned, don't you, Night?" He said sitting on my left.
"Oh shut up." I said lightly pushing him.
The last person to walk in was Logan. He looked a little worried so I used my other power (telepath) to see what was wrong.
'I need to talk with Midnight about our family. Charles said I should wait but I can't listen to him this time.' He thought.