Novel & Cerita 2pm My House

He asked me. I nodded,he passed me a tray of food,I opened the plate and it was jollof rice. "Pizza and sharwama will be here any minute." "It has stopped raining?." "Yeah." "You want to go home?." "No,what's the time?." "It's 3:45PM." "I will go home by 5,I guess." "Okay." "So will you be able to walk well." "I'm not sure." "Let's see."He gestured for me to walk.

I looked at my wrist watch as I walked out of the house. It's 1:38 in the afternoon. After having lunch, we continued to move things to our future home. "Cams, don't help. You'll just get tired!" Kennedy growled at me before I could even reach a box from the car compartment.

All I did was brace myself for the worst and hope my defense would hold. The entire house was eerily quiet when we arrived. It was still the early hours of the evening, at about 6 pm. The time I was here, 6 pm, was dinner time. Everybody would have come down and the house would’ve been alive with chattering and sounds of cutlery against plates. But that wasn’t happening.

Aria’s POV The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour Super-Mart hummed with a depressing, low-frequency buzz that matched the state of my nerves. It was 11:14 PM. Damon was still "at the office"—though after my trip to 5th Avenue, I knew that was a flexible term—and the twins had finally succumbed to a bout of teething-induced exhaustion. I was standing in Aisle 4, staring at a box of Glitter-Puffs.

Just moving between shelves. “Come to my room two hours after sunset, today.”

He angrily cut the phone. Funny stuff? He didn't need to say anything. I was going to do that, definitely. Damon closes at six and gets home at midnight most times, he doesn't ever have to account for all the extra hours. Since he can't, I too can. It was a few minutes to four pm, my said curfew. I sucked my teeth and headed to my dressing room to pick out a cloth that'd better fit what my later activity for the day was gonna be.

I mumbled, pressing my lips together and feeling so broken, because despite the fact I had promised myself that I wouldn't be miserable, here I was. A frown curved up my brows, and I jerked up from the bed when her words registered in my head, “It’s past morning already?” My eyes flicked over to the white wall clock close to the closet; at the same time, Trish responded, “And that’s why you should get up and come out for your meals.” “It’s already 2 P.M.?” I moved up from the bed. “Yes.” Trish answered, walking over to the mirror with a towel now wrapped around her upper body.

I said, picking my things up. It was 3.25 p.m. Arriving early wouldn't hurt. What the hell does this woman want from me!? She's the dumbest blonde I've ever come across period! I made my way into the sports complex and headed towards the swimming pool on the second floor. 3.27 p.m Maybe Brittany is very punctual and she works right on time! God! I wish I had my phone! 3.29 p.m I was tapping on my watch, hoping it would go faster.

"You weren't waking up on your own." She glanced at the clock. It was just after two. She couldn't seem to get her bearings. Was it am? pm?