The Day We First Met
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Logan POV
"LOOGGAN!" I heard my mother yell from the porch.
I slowly walked out of the house that was once filled with loving memories and stared miserably into my mother's eyes, "I'm not ready yet… please give me… just give me a few more minutes to say…", I took a breath for this word was always dreadful to utter, "…goodbye."
"Oh my dear," My mother said with sorrow as she placed her hands on my cheeks, "the cab is going to be here any minute to pick us up… and I do not want you spend another second with that man."
"With that man!" I angrily moved her hands away from me and continued, "That man is my father!"
"But he has caused both of us such dreadful pain."
"Us? He caused us dreadful pain? No mom… I think he caused you dreadful pain!"
The world between us went silent and great tension was in the air. I was beyond uncomfortable for, my mother was giving me an angry glare. This silence and tension continued for what seemed like an eternity; it was almost as though someone had pressed the "pause" button on life. I began to grow anxious; much like the protagonist in a movie does when he is expecting some sort of "outcome". After some time, an audible crackle of gravel assured me that life had resumed—the cab had arrived.
As I slowly approached the cab, I felt a heaviness come over me. That "heaviness" was something we know as hesitation. I placed my hand on the top of the open cab door, I glanced thoughtfully into the cab and then to the place I had once called a home.
I began to scan the outside of my house, remembering all the extraordinary memories…
The family room now obtained the ghost of all my childhood Christmas memories... every year as a solid happy family, we would set up the Christmas tree in the corner of the room and every year we spent Christmas in our PJs…watching movies or just enjoying each other's company. The garage held years of bonding and hard labor between my father and I... like the time we spent three months overanalyzing an extremely complicated water displacement experiment. I let a few painful tears escape as I continued on. The kitchen…oh the kitchen… that was a true area of family fun…one day my mom would teach me how to cook or bake something and the next day my dad…if I was lucky they would unite together and pass on their knowledge to me…so I could say the kitchen was a place of cheerful memories. The game room…when I was I child that was a place of love…a place where a happy family enjoyed each other's company. But, as I grew older and finally reached my current age of 16, the game room turned into a place of hurtful words…an angry emotional place… the place where my parents had decided on the divorce.
"Logan, get in this cab now!" my mother demanded with authority.
I placed one foot in the cab and looked back at the house, my goodbye… my moment of closure, was still not complete. There was one place left…the place that was least important to me… my room. I slowly craned my head upwards so my eyes could meet my sad dirty window. This was the only place in the house that I didn't experience a memory I would cherish eternally.
Just as I was about to enter the cab and say goodbye, I noticed something in my window. I noticed my father with a face of remorse looking down at me. Tears fell from his eyes, showing that my mother had evidently hurt him by taking me away forever.
I waved one last time at my father, knowing that I would most likely never see his loving face again. With all my might, I forcefully pulled myself into the cab and slowly closed the door. As we gradually began to move away from the place that was my life, my eyes were locked on my dad.
My dad, my house, and my life as I knew it unwillingly drifted apart. I kept my eyes that were full of hurt on my house, until it was nothing more than a speck.
So in the end, I left my house in Minneapolis and moved to Wilmont…at least I didn't move out of Minnesota.
The Next Day:
*Good Morning Wilmont! This is Tom and Diane wishing everyone a wonderful day! And what better than to start off a wonderful day with Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World!"*
I angrily hit my alarm clock to make the painful noise stop…I didn't need to wake up to some fake radio people feeding me shit on how wonderful everything is…because it's not.
I looked around my new room filled with unpacked boxes…the only things I got to take with me from my old life. But come to think of it my old life wasn't all so great. I took a deep breath and whispered to myself, "Don't worry Logan, this is your chance to start over…your chance to not be called a loser or a geek…maybe when you ask out a girl they won't laugh in your face…heck maybe you'll even be popular! So let's make it through your first day at Wilmont High as the 'new kid'."
With a goofy smile revealing my green braces, I glanced over at my alarm clock. My eyes grew wide at the time! Holy Shit! It's already 7:23... Wilmont High starts at 7:30! I better hurry my ass up!
Carlos POV
With a bounce in my step, I happily walked down the block to school. Sure the sky was dark and gloomy but, I was with my bestest friends in the whole world since Pre-K, James and Kendall. And those epic boys always made me cheerful.
I nudged James' arm and asked, "Did you know there's gonna be a new kid at school today?"
James smiled and chanted, "No but, I bet you wish it's a girl who loves corndogs, hockey, and who wears a helmet!"
"Believe me it's not a girl…" Kendall said crushing the dream girl James had put into my head, "…I heard from a semi-reliable source it's a boy, names Logan Mitchell."
"Ahh darn!" I shouted disappointedly, "The school doesn't need another boy!"
James put his arm around my shoulders and laughed, "Oh Carlos, don't sound so disappointed, Logan can turn out to be a boy who wears a helmet, loves corndogs, and hockey…you never know he may be your dream guy!"
Logan POV
I shyly walked into my new classroom…I had been late so it was already filled with kids….which you can imagine is kind of awkward. It didn't help that each of those kids were staring at me in different ways, as if they were trying to analyze me. I slowly made my way through the room and found an empty seat all the way at the back of the classroom.
I felt everyone's eyes on me so my cheeks began to grow warm…they were probably red. I began to fidget with my fingers as I stared down at my desk trying not to make eye contact with anyone…I felt very uncomfortable.
"Hey! I'm Carlos!" I heard the goofy looking boy who was sitting to the right of me shouted.
I gave him a weak smile and said in a much quieter voice than him, "Oh cool! I'm Lo-"
"Logan Mitchell, your certainly not going to be sitting there...Carlos is what we like to call a 'bad influence' on kids… that's why the seat next to him is empty-"
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know."I replied as grabbed my books and got up from the seat.
Mrs. Washington gave me a mean look that was somewhat scary and hissed, "We also do not interrupt teachers while they are talking here, Mr. Mitchell." I gave her a nervous smile and she returned that with a disgusted look, "Now I show you to your accurate seat… let's see if you won't screw that up."
"Let's." I responded in a know-it-all tone.
At Lunchtime:
I slowly made my way through the unbelievably long lunch line…I probably won't get my food before lunch is over. I let out a sigh of both disappointment and annoyance.
Today hadn't gone as great as I imagined it would. People already began to judge me with disgusted glares and hurtful words. The only person who talked to me as if I were a human all day was, Carlos, in my first period class …and I'm pretty sure I only said less than 3 words to him.
I looked sadly around the cafeteria, thinking to myself, I don't want to endure several more days like this one, at this school. I guess I won't be the popular kid I wished I could be, but rather the person people call a geek or a loser…the boy who gets laughed at when he tries to ask out a pretty girl… an outsider with no friends…the same exact person I was at my old school.
James POV
I finally made it out of the lunch line, it seemed like I spent eternity there. As I held my platter of food in my hands, I happily made it over to Carlos and Kendall.
"Heeey!" I casually said as I found a spot right next to Kendall and placed down my tray.
"Hey." Carlos and Kendall replied in unison.
There was an awkward silence between us as I scanned the cafeteria trying to see if I could point out the new kid…I failed so I asked curiously as I took a bite out of my sandwich, "So is the new kid cool…how does he look?
A smile grew on Carlos' face as he said, " Well, he's pale with dark brown hair that matches the color of his eyes…umm…he's short like me and is thin… oh yeah and he-"
"Enough, Enough…We heard enough about your little boyfriend."Kendall stuttered.
"He's not my boyfriend and to finish answering your question, he seems to be very cool!"
Kendall and I looked at each other and began to chuckle…Carlos was just too funny.
Logan POV
By the time I reached the front of the line there was only one tray left. I turned around to look at all the people who wouldn't be getting food…for some reason I felt guilty as I took the tray in my hands. But, I didn't let it get to me too much because those people weren't so nice to me.
Once I paid the cafeteria lady, I searched for a nice place to sit. But, each time I tried to sit down the people at table gave me unfriendly looks and said things like "Get the fuck out of here!" or "What do you want…you little skinny bastard."
I sighed and as I walked by the table Carlos was sitting at. I heard a blonde boy whisper, "Is that him?" and Carlos whispered, "Yup, that's him."
"Hey Logie! Buddy! Man! Come sit with us!"The blonde boy shouted so loud that the entire cafeteria went silent.
And once again all the attention…all the eyes were on me as I timidly sat down next to Carlos.
The Blonde boy shook my hand and nicely greeted me, "I'm Kendall Knight, captain of the hockey team…it's nice to meet."
I smiled flashing my green braces, "It's nice to meet you too…people aren't so nice around here."
"I know there pretty much jerks." The brunette sitting next to Kendall said as he smiled, "Oh yeah by the way I'm James Diamond, I'm not captain of the hockey team but I'm on it and so is Carlos."
"In fact I'm looking for a new teammate to replace Elliot Hills…you wanna join…I get to pick who can replace him…if they're decent."
"I honestly never played hockey before, so yeahh." I said looking down at my food, "But, it's nice of you to offer."
"Oh Logan, Logan, Logan we have so much to teach you my child." Carlos said.
I furrowed my eyebrows at them.
James leaned his head in closer to me and whispered, "Meet us on the ice tomorrow at 7:00pm and don't be late."
"What? Why-"
"Just don't be late."
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