Impossible | e.d (book one)

I don't know

Author's note:

Okay so to clear up some things.

When I started writing this book, I planned on writing a chapter every day and publish one everyday, but obviously as you know, that did not work out haha.

I don't like having pressure on me and stressing to finish a chapter, then not having it turn out the way I want to. So from now on I'm just gonna post when I have the time. There's not gonna be a chapter every day or every other day, but when I have the motivation and time to.

I hope you understand where I'm coming from. Writing every day kinda kills your creativity and I want to give you guys the best, so this is how it's gonna be from now on<333

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[Kayla's POV]

"I don't know" I said, looking down at my crossed legs-trying to hold back the tears. "I really don't know".

Why does everything have to be so hard as a teenager? Why do we just get thrown into things and people expect us to handle it like we've done it a thousand times before? Why is it like this? Or is it just me that's feeling this way.

Life back in Texas was hell, but for everyone else it seemed easy. Of course I don't know if it was. I didn't really have any friends and people didn't really talked about how they were feeling. So no one knew what each other went through, but maybe that was for the best.

"Are you okay though?" Morgan spoke.

I didn't move. I sat in the same position-picking at the lavender coloured nail polish that was starting to chip on my thumb.

"I don't know" I said, looking up at her. I could see the hurt in her eyes. "I will be...I guess. I mean everything goes back to the middle right?" I softly smiled-seeing the crook of her lip turn upwards.

"Yeah" she chuckeled-shaking her head a little.

We just sat there, both thinking to ourself. Well at least that's what I did, I don't know what's going on in Morgan's head, but if you're not talking, you have to be thinking right? Isn't it like that for everyone???

But I don't know. I don't know if I'm okay and I don't know what to feel. Should I even care? Is it even my place to do so? Yes I have feelings, like evryone else, but should it effect me like this or am I just being extra?

*flashback*

I was walking down the halls of the school, trying to avoid eye contact with any living thing. I really was not in the mood to talk or even meet anyone right now. 

All day I've been feeling like this is gonna be a hell of a day, and not in a good way. 

I woke up, immedietly feeling sadness floud through me, but why? I don't know.

I kept my head down, earpods (apple) in and my books in front of me for some sort of protection. I don't even know. I feel like if I walk like this, no one would talk to me or notice me. I was wrong.

"Oh isn't it the whore walking down the halls?" A deep voice said, making me look up. 

Why did I even respond to that. He didn't say any names, he just called someone a whore, but for some reason I knew that he was talking about me.

"Oh look you responded as well" he chuckled, smacking the books out of my hands-grabbing me by the collar-dragging me to the nearest locker.

"What do you want?" it came out as a whisper. I really didn't want any drama. 

I didn't even know this guy, so I kept my head down, not looking into his eyes.