Chapter 4: Ella

20 2 0
                                    

I feel so bad for Tyler; I mean he doesn't seem to fit in. Well, I guess that's why groups are called 'clicks'. The poor guy's second day and he's invited to 'hang out' with multiple popular groups. To my surprise, he denied all of the requests. I could barely stand it when we talked about the election. Guess I'll stay up and watch it.

Trump or Hillary?

It's like picking between two poisons. I personally would pick the one that would give me more choice. The next president.....

Why does this have to be on my mind??

I grabbed my book and started reading to distract myself, but all in vain. Thoughts of what could happen swarmed my head. I shook my head as if that's going to get them to go away, but the thoughts were persistent.

I wanted to scream. Wanted someone to understand. Wanted the thoughts to leave me alone.

But they never can.

WingsWhere stories live. Discover now