Hello guys. Well. This is my first story and I hope you like it. Please review and tell me if I should continue this. :) I hope there aren't too many mistakes. I'm from Germany after all and therefore English isn't my first language. Thank you guys.

~Jules~

Logan Keith Scott is a 4 year old,little boy. He has sandy-blond hair and striking blue eyes. He loves to play Basketball and his favorite show on tv is "Power Rangers."

He seems to be a normal and content little boy.

But he isn't.

He is different than other kids.

He is highly intelligent and even though everybody thinks it is gift Logan knows, that his intelligence is going to effect every stage of his life.

Stage No.1: Being neglected

Wish I had

somebody to love me

Wish I had

someone who cared

I hate being all alone

Most parents think, that their children are the most beautiful and most smart children of all. That's how it is. They cheer at their children's first step, they cry on their children's first school day and they proudly put their children's first "A" onto the fridge.

That was the perfect picture of proud parents.

But there are also parents who don't value things like that anymore. Not, when something is missing. Some one.

Logan Keith Scott knew that too well. He was different than other kids. When he started pre-school his teachers noticed that he was above-average intelligent. Too smart to stay at pre-school for too long.

Logan started first class at the age of four and his parents seemed over the moon. That's what he thought. But when he caught his mother looking at pink baby clothes and bodies in a magazine one day he soon realized that he wasn't enough.

He always knew, that his mother always wanted a daughter and that she was so sure, that he would be a she when she was pregnant with him. But he wasn't. He knew that his mother wanted a little replica of her. A sweet, little girl whom she could put into cute dresses and all. A girl with long, brown hair, dimples and striking hazel eyes.

He knew that she always wanted a little angel. Something he clearly wasn't.

He was a boy after all.

Stella Ireen Scott was born on 14th April 2010 to her proud parents. Logan remembered the day just too well. The loving look on his parents face, the tears his mother shed. Did she cry on his birth? He didn't even know.

It wasn't like he didn't love his sister. He did. He knew that it wasn't her fault that everyone loved her and he knew that babies needed more attention and hoped that the feeling of being neglected was only temporary.

He thought wrong.

"Mommy look."

Logan had a huge smile on his face when he entered the living room, holding a white piece of paper in his hand. His mother was kneeling on the floor, clapping her hands at her daughter, who sat on the red carpet, holding onto the coffee table and struggling to pull herself up.

"Come on honey, you can do it", his mother cheered.

Logan sighed and tipped his mother on the shoulder.

"Mommy look. I got an "A" on my essay again."

"That is great buddy", his mother answered without even looking at him.

Logan nodded sadly and quietly left the living room to put his test on the diner table, hoping that at least his father would be proud of him. Logan passed the living room on his way to the stairs and looked at his mother, who had Stella on her hip and kissed her forehead lovingly.

Logan kept on going and went up to his room to play with his toys. It wasn't like his mother was going to do anything with him anytime soon.

Times where she would take him to the park ended a long time ago. His mother was Brooke Penelope Scott. A 28 year old, famous fashion designer, who was well-known all over the world and earned millions of dollars with her clothing line. He should've known that she wasn't the type to play with on play grounds, where children got dirty and all.

She was the fashion kind of girl who seemed to prefer spending time with her daughter and do all the girly things with her.

It was strange what thoughts could cross a 4-year olds mind. But that was the bad thing about being intelligent. He was able to figure things out. He knew what was going on around him. He knew or was at least convinced that his mother loved her daughter more than him.

He just knew it.

Lucas Eugene Scott, his father, came home at six o' clock. Logan never left his room, because he couldn't stand the sight of mother and daughter anymore. He kind of knew, that this was selfish, but he missed the moments where his mother would hug and kiss him and tell him, that he was her favorite person. The only thing he wanted was for his sister to share. He didn't even want her all by himself. He wasn't that mean and knew that it was ridiculous to wanting his mother all by himself.

He could hear his father yell up the stairs, because dinner was ready. Logan sighed and slowly went down the stairs, pissed at the thought that he had to face another half an hour where his parents would coo at his sister and tell him over and over again that Stella was just so cute.

He couldn't do it anymore. Even his father rarely spent any time with him anymore. Either he was at work or spent time with Stella in her room or kissing his wife on the sofa in the living room. There wasn't room for him anymore.

That is what he thought anyway.

"Logan could you give your sister her spoon please?" Brooke asked her son.

Logan sighed and nodded his head, before handing his sister her blue, little spoon. He watched her playing with her mash and jumped back when she started throwing her food at him.

"What the-", Logan yelled and looked at his sister angrily.

"That was my favorite shirt", Logan whined and took the spoon out of his sisters chubby hand. Stella of course, started crying immediately.

"Logan", Brooke yelled and scooped her daughter up, kissing her little cheek softly.

"Don't be mean at your sister. She's only one."

"Yeah", Logan answered rolling his eyes.

"Logan. Stop it", Lucas said, pointing a finger at him.

Logan bit his lip angrily and started leaving the diner room.

"Where are you going mister?", Brooke yelled after him.

No answer.

He was beyond angry. He ran up the stairs and slammed his door. He slowly went up to his window and sat on the windowsill looking out.

He knew that he overreacted. His mother was right. His sister was only one and throwing food around was something babies were doing all the time, still…

He looked out the window and sighed when he watched a family of four who passed their house. The father was holding the daughter in his arms, the mother was kissing her son all over the face.

They were able to do it. They were able to share their love. Why couldn't his parents? Was it that difficult to love him, just because they had two children now?

He didn't get it.

He kind of hoped that his mother or father would come to his room, yelling at him, grounding him, anything.

But they never came.

Soooo! What do you think? Please review. And don't worry. There will be many Brucas moments later on and all the other's will be there too. ;)