Case Number
KK01159
History
It was one week ago that Kendall's father had left his family home, left Kendall's mother, his new baby sister, and worst of all, left him. Kendall had never previously had any reason to dislike his father, sure his parents fought once in a while, but Kendall sometimes fought with his mother and father before, so he thought nothing of it. His father hadn't even said goodbye to him the night he had left. He had packed up his bags, and left in the middle of the night, without a word to anyone. Kendall had to hear the news from his mother the next morning as she fed Katie, her own tears threatening to fall.
It was a weekly occurrence in winter that Kendall's father would take him to the frozen over lake near their house and teach him skating, and as much as Kendall could understand about hockey. His father was an avid hockey fan, and at the young age of 4 Kendall had wanted to be just like his father. So one morning when his father was watching a game, Kendall had sat down to watch with him, and anything he would ask, his father would answer. Soon Kendall was watching every game with his father, and that year on Christmas his father got him his very own hockey stick, and puck, and promised him to teach him hockey. They had made it father and son bonding time, just the two of them once a week in winter would go out and Kendall would learn to be the best hockey player.
Today though, Kendall had to come alone. His father wouldn't be joining him, and Kendall wouldn't learn anything new. All though Kendall figured he knew just about everything he could anyway, being that his father had been teaching him for a year. So all Kendall could do now was practice what he had learned until this year when he was finally old enough to sign up for peewee hockey practice. All though this also meant he was old enough for Kindergarten, which Kendall was a little hesitant to be excited for. Kendall had spent so much time with his father, and on the ice, that he never really got to meet any of the kids his own age, and while his mother swore it would be good for him, he wasn't as sure as she was.
He wondered if any other kids his age liked hockey, if any of them could even skate. He was sure he could teach someone if they had wanted to know, but he knew first hand that learning to skate took hard work, and dedication. Something most kids his age lacked, or at least that's what his father had always told him. His mother had always said it was because he was so bull headed that he could never give up on something he wanted to learn. Either way no matter how many times he'd fall on the ice, or miss the puck as it slid past him, he would do it all over just to make sure he'd get it the next time.
It was always nice though when his father would be right there to help pick him back up when he had fallen on the ice. So this time when his left skate went just a bit to far to the left, while his right skate went straight, and he fell backwards onto the cold ice, the wetness seeping into the seat of his pants, he had to make it up himself. His father wasn't going to be there to help him up, and the thought nearly brought tears to the young boys eyes.
"Are you ok?" Kendall turned his head, trying to keep the tears at bay as he watched a shorter boy at the edge of the pond waving him down. The boy didn't have skates on, but when Kendall didn't answer the boy walked out onto the ice, and made it over to Kendall, albeit a bit shakily. He had actually ended up a bit past Kendall due to his shoes having no grip on the ice, but he eventually made it back and extended his hand to Kendall. Kendall looked up to the boy curiously, as he let the boy attempt to pull him into a standing position, which only resulted in them both slipping back down to fall on the ice. A quick peek at one another to make sure no one had gotten hurt in their fall, small giggles began to waft through the cold Minnesota air, and Kendall's foul mood earlier was forgotten.
"My name's Kendall, what's yours?" Once Kendall had made it to his feet, he dug the heel of his skates into the ice, extending his hand to the smaller boy, this time managing to get both of them into a standing position before they began to move off the ice, to avoid anymore crashes.
"Hi Kendall. My name's Logan." The small brunette smiled widely, albeit a bit crookedly, and Kendall couldn't help but notice the boy was missing one of his front teeth. Kendall had seen many a hockey player get their tooth knocked out, and his mother had told him that he would also start losing teeth as he got older. Of course when his mother had told him, it had sent him into a slight panic wondering how he'd even eat when he had lost all his teeth. It wasn't until his mother explained that he would grow adult teeth, that Kendall couldn't wait to lose his first tooth. It would mean he was partially an adult when the other tooth would grow in. So to say Kendall was a little amazed that Logan had already lost a tooth was a bit of an understatement.
"Wow, you're missing a tooth," Kendall had said quietly, trying to tilt his head a bit to get a better look, but Logan had blushed and closed his mouth quickly, looking down at the ground. Kendall had merely smiled, dimples in full gear as he tried to rid Logan of his embarrassment. "That's cool, when your tooth grows in your gonna be a big kid! My mom says when we lose a tooth we'll get a new grown up tooth. That means your almost a grown up!" Logan seemed to brighten a bit looking up, and almost as an afterthought smiled widely once again. "Do you wanna come over and play at my house Logan?" Logan pulled his lower lip into his mouth, nodding his head vigorously and Kendall didn't need an affirmation twice. He grabbed Logan's hand, and they walked hand in hand back to Kendall's home, talking about everything. Logan apparently liked hockey as well, he could also skate, he just hadn't brought his skates this time. They spoke of how Kendall's favorite ranger was the red ranger, while Logan's favorite had always been the yellow ranger. How Logan liked Donatello, while Kendall liked Michelangelo. Kendall's favorite color was green, while Logan's was blue.
"Mom, I made a friend!" Kendall had exclaimed as he walked in the door to his home, keeping a hold of Logan's hand as he walked toward the kitchen where he knew his mother would be making lunch.
"Oh that's nice honey, where is he," His mother asked curiously, as she began to dry her hands on a dish cloth, heading over towards her son. Kendall could feel his hand pulled slightly behind him, and one look over his shoulder showed him that Logan was trying to hide behind him, apparently just a little frightened of his mother.
"He's shy. His names Logan mom!" Kendall's mother smiled warmly kneeled down to their level.
"Well it's nice to meet you Logan. Why don't you and Logan go upstairs and play, and I'll call you down for lunch when it's ready." Kendall wasted no time in pulling Logan up the stairs and to his room where Kendall threw open the lid of his toy box, throwing toys all over the floor, knowing he'd have to pick it up later, but not minding in the slightest because he had made his first friend, and he was going to be the best friend Kendall ever had, Kendall just knew it.
They spent what seemed like hours playing together, going from one toy to another in the blink of an eye, but their play was never once at a loss for ideas. While Kendall was more reckless, Logan was more practical, and took it upon himself to aid any hurt toys that Kendall may have had explode in a fiery explosion caused by a rival toy.
"Oh no Logan, look out, here comes the lazer spitting giraffe!" Kendall stood, zooming the plastic giraffe over head making small 'pew pew' noises while Logan giggled, making small townspeople run in fear through his laughter. It was as the giraffe was flying down to attack the fire station that his mother walked in the door, two plates with half sandwiches on them. As she set the plates down right in the boys play area, Kendall looked up at her curiously.
"Mom I always eat a whole sammich," Kendall raised one of his eyebrows at her, as she smiled down at him ruffling his blonde hair, causing him to blush.
"Well eat that, and if you are still hungry you can come down and get more." Kendall nodded then looked from Logan to his mother.
"Logan too?" His mother smiled and nodded as she headed towards the door to his room, before closing it behind her, leaving the boys to eat their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in piece. Logan couldn't help but laugh as Kendall somehow managed to get jelly nearly everywhere around his lips, and Kendall merely stuck his tongue out at him, as he tried to swirl his tongue everywhere around his lips to get everything. When Logan motioned he still had a glob of jelly on his chin, he merely used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it away. When Kendall had finished his sandwich looking over to Logan who also had one empty plate, Kendall was surprised to find that maybe he wouldn't need to go down to get another half of sandwich. He was actually pretty full with just a half, and Logan seemed to be content as well. So as they put their plates to the side, play resumed, starting off with the giraffe crashing into the fire station.
The later the time got, the more docile play became, until both boys were merely bending joints of toys in their hands as they talked to each other again.
"Are you going to school this year," Kendall asked hesitantly. Logan had told him that he was five and a half, while Kendall had just turned five not long ago, so Kendall had been worried that maybe his new friend was going to be a grade ahead of him, and they wouldn't see each other during the day.
"Nuh uh, I start kindergarten this year." Logan smiled again, the vacant spot in his teeth showing proudly. Kendall smiled right along with him, glad that now he wouldn't have to be all alone in school, and maybe school didn't seem as scary as it had just earlier that day. There was one more question Kendall was curious about, and it had been on his mind ever since Logan first smiled.
"Did it hurt when your tooth came out?" Kendall leaned a little closer, as Logan opened his mouth wide for Kendall to look, noticing how there wasn't any blood, just an empty space where instead of a tooth, was just air.
"No, I was scared though. It was all wiggly and I kept moving it, and then I was wiggling it and it fell out in my hand. I thought I broke it, but I didn't. Look what I can do though." Logan closed his teeth, making a smile, and stuck the tip of his tongue through the small hole, giggling as Kendall looked more than amazed at the discovery.
"That's cool!" Kendall then proceeded to open his mouth and attempt to wiggle any of his teeth, but could only feel one tooth that even moved, and that was just barely. As he was trying to wiggle his teeth, Logan turned towards the window, watching as the sky was changing from it's usual bright blue to a red hue, signaling that the sun was going down, and night was approaching.
"I better go home," Logan said sullenly as he stood from his seat, brushing imaginary dust from his pants, as he waited for Kendall to stop his protest and stand with him.
"Will you come back over tomorrow," Kendall asked, slightly pouting as he walked with Logan down the stairs of his house, and towards their front door. Logan smiled with a nod, as he reached for the handle of the door.
"My mom can take you home, or you can call your mom to get you," Kendall started, hoping that either decision would at least give him a few more minutes with the boy. Yet Logan shook his head with a smile.
"It's not far, I can walk. Bye Kendall!" With that Logan opened the door, Kendall going to the door behind him to wave at him as he watched the smaller boy walk down the sidewalk, until he was out of sight, and Kendall closed the door.
"Kendall? What are you doing," his mother asked, coming out from the kitchen, holding his small baby sister on her hip.
"Logan had to go home. He just left." His mother looked to the door, then back down at him before smiling.
"Well that's too bad sweetheart." Kendall followed her as she headed towards the kitchen, pulling himself up into a stool near the counter, to watch as his mom set about finishing supper, which smelled like some kind of stew, with a gurgling Katie in her arms.
A merely twelve hours before Kendall was scared about school, sad about his fathers dissapearance, and wondering if he'd ever make a friend that he could really relate to. Then Logan had come around and he had someone he'd start school with, they had so much fun he had momentarily forgotten about his fathers absence and Logan seemed to like almost all the same things he did, and they never argued once all day. A lot could happen in just a few hours, and Kendall was more than excited about seeing Logan tomorrow, and then on his first day of school.
Aww lookit lil Kendall and Logan. But what was this about Case Number? Omg! Is Kendall or Logan dead? Is one of them a victim? Could one of them be a convict? Who knows, well besides me.. I know. Guess you'll just have to read to find out.
I'm gonna say it now, this story has NO SCHEDULE. I'll work on it when I can, and when I feel inspiration. Which may be few and far between, because I just got tumblr, and that is stupidly addicting to me. Ugh! Which means I'll want to write, but be too amused by what is going on there. Sorry!
It won't be over till I say it is, so if it seems final in a chapter, it might not be. Also this one may be shorter than my last chaptered story, as this one because of what it is.. Is gonna be a challenge for me to write. Takes a lot of thought lol Which I'm not good at. Booo thought.
Well anyways, I hope you enjoyed it so far, and if you think you have a guess at what's going on, please don't say anything in the comments because I want everyone to either figure it out on their own, or be UTTERLY surprised in the ending. So SHUSH.