Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody: Big Time Rush, the characters, and all referenced scenes belong to Nickelodeon, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.

17-year-old Logan Mitchell flopped down on his bed, thankful that this day was over. IT had been the worst day of his life (and, no, he wasn't exaggerating).

It had all started at 7:00 am when he'd set the kitchen on fire trying to make breakfast (he'd never done that before; he'd always been a good cook). The fire department had put out the flames, and Logan got ready for school.

He got into his car, only to find that it wouldn't start. The bus was long gone, so he was going to have to walk to school. He called the principal's office to let them know, only to be told that it didn't matter; he was still going to get detention (ok, he cried after he hung up; he'd never got detention, and this was the first time he was ever late. It was so unfair.) He finally made it to school, where he thought things would get better.

Wrong. First, his (now ex) girlfriend Camille came up to him and slapped him, asking why he'd cheated on her with Mercedes Griffin (the most popular girl in school). Logan had tried to convince Camille that he hadn't cheated, but she wouldn't listen; she broke up with him. Logan went to his friends for advice.

Kendall was off with Jo (his girlfriend) somewhere; Carlos and James were currently in a competition of who was the best, so they were no help. Logan picked up his things and went to math, where the teacher sprang a pop quiz on them. Logan failed it (he was floored; math was his best subject, and he'd never failed any test or quiz before).

Just when he thought things couldn't get worse, he got home and found that his dad had just up and left. He texted Kendall and got a Sorry man. I can leave jo's and come c u if u want.

No. I'll c u 2moro. Logan didn't feel like eating (or telling his mom he'd gotten detention- she hadn't even noticed he was late), so he went to his room, did his work, and collapsed on his bed.

"Tomorrow will be better." He said. "Tomorrow will be better." He kept repeating that until he fell asleep. Tomorrow had to be better than today.