Impossible

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Layla yawns rubbing the sleep from the inner corners in her eyes. She must have fallen asleep before she could receive an answer from Alice. Finding  the strength to lift her phone from were it had fallen onto the carpet during her slumber. 5 texts from Alice...

"No big surprise."
"Hey you there?..."
"Dimwit answer!"
"Well I guess you are asleep."
"Night night"
Layla responds.
"Morning and yes I fell asleep."

Attempting to get out of bed Layla reaches for her black glasses witch lay upon her nightstand. Placing the lens on the bridge of her nose she peers at the clock witch stares back at her, it reads in red letters 6:04 am. Phew Layla thought.
Not bothering to shower she slipped her pale legs into a pair of skinny jeans. Throwing on a wrinkled T-Shirt and the first pair of socks she could find Layla fell back onto her bed. Within moments her mind slipped of into the land of love.

Only thirty minutes of daydreaming later Layla slid her feet into her black Converse and tossed the strap of her book bag over her shoulder. Rushing down the stairs she called "goodbye" to her dad and pushed open the front door. Climbing into the gray Subaru parked outside Layla started her  10 minute drive to the horror that is high school.

Alice rushed to Layla's side and they walked  to the front of the school hand in hand together. The two made it through the halls and to a row metal lockers. Suddenly a familiar sent drifted into Layla's nose. She whipped her head around to see Tyler standing across the hall. As if in a trance Layla started to make her way across the crowd of people. Before she could push her way to Tyler the bell rang in her ear.

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Three class periods later and Layla was sat behind  Tyler in third period English.  She stared at the back of his head with her chin resting in the palms of her hands.  "Layla" Mr. Manchester called
"Oh um yes..."
"What is the answer?"
"Can you repeat the problem?"
The rest of the class continued in that manner.
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Layla and Alice walked through the hallways passing a small cork board with a cumulation of posters and flyers. One read "Winter dance coming next Friday."   A million thoughts  raced across Layla's mind.
"What if I ask Tyler?"
"What if he says yes!?"
"What would I were?"
"How would I ask him?"
All of a sudden she blurted out, "I am going to ask Tyler to the dance!"
Alice stopped dead in her tracks.
"Layla you said it now you have to do it!" Dang it she thought.
"Come on what if he says yes!" "This is your chance." "Okay." Layla responded hesitant. What had she gotten herself into?
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The bell rang through the ears of every student in Riverside High. The school day was over but the most challenging part of the day  for Layla was just starting. Tyler Fitzgerald stood alone witch was a rare sight because of his popularity. His head was buried deep into his phone. Layla trudged her way towards him breathing in and out, in and out. She stayed calm and collected as she lifted her index finger and laid it on his shoulder. "Um Tyler."
"Oh um hi sorry."
"My name is Layla... We have third period English."
"I know you."
"I was wondering would you um would like  to attend the dance with me?"