An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 32

I walk into school with my head down. I came here with my brothers and am terrified to see any of my friends. I've not felt so awkward here since my first day.

"You're on your own now, sis." Michael says, before my brothers separate from me, going to class. I slowly make my way to first hour, never lifting my head.

"Kyla, can you answer the bellwork question?" My history teacher asks when the bell rings. I look up to the board to read the question.

"I honestly have no clue." I say, not paying any attention. I could care less about any of this stuff so, no, I can not.

"Very well. Baylen, what's the answer?" The teacher sighs, looking towards the smartest kid in the class, whose hand is up in the air. I completely zone out for the rest of the lesson. Seriously, who cares about the history of our country? I'd be more worried about it's future.

~~Talia's POV~~

"Where's your sister?" I ask the Richardson boys at lunch, once I see that Kyla has yet to make an appearance. You know, it's funny, everybody still calls Kyla's brothers 'the Richardson boys', but none of them have that last name.

"She's a Richardson. All of them are the same, if you can't find them go to the field." Michael says, not looking up from his food.

"Legally you're a Richardson." I point out.

"Yeah... If I were avoiding people, I'd be on the field." He says, glancing up at me.

"Thanks." I say, before heading back towards my table.

"Where's she?" Connor asks.

"Field. I'm going. Anyone else?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

"We're all coming." Alex says, standing up. Connor gets up too, but Thomas stays sitting till Alex gives him a look, which gets him right up. The four of us make our way towards the football field. Kyla's there, throwing football after football.

"Good arm, but it'd work better if you had someone to receive." Connor says, making our presence known.

"That might work if I weren't avoiding everybody." She says, her tone extremely cold.

"I'm sorry." I say, not sure how to do this. I've never felt bad about prying into someone's life before, I guess because the only lives I've ever had to pry into were my friends and they were completely open until Amber... We all went through that together so there wasn't much prying necessary.

"Don't be. You want to know my whole life story. You guys deserve to know, but I can't. I literally can not. The last time I tried to tell somebody what happened, I passed out. It's too much. It's not that I don't want to, it's that I am terrified to try. I'm messed up, like severely damaged and I don't think I'll ever be okay." She turns towards us and tears are in her eyes, I walk over to her, pulling her into my arms.

"We don't care what happened to you. Kyla, you are what made us love you, not because you were sane." I tell her, rubbing her back.

"Yeah... I think when you showed up with four boys to school, everyone knew you were messed up, because nobody can survive living with four teenage boys and stay sane. It's literally impossible." Alex says, I laugh at that, nodding. She pulls away from me, wiping the fallen tear off of her face.

"I can barely stay sane living with one." I say, causing a small smile to slip onto her face.

"Now can I be your receiver?" Connor asks, she looks up at him and smiles, nodding. They separate so there's a long distance between them and she throws the ball. She does have a great throw, but I will never understand her love for that game.