A/N: Hola! Welcome to chapter one of my hopefully angst filled story. It's my first multi chapter fic and first time writing for the BTR fandom. I love all the boys but Logan is my favorite and well conbined with FCMD… I feel really bad for that nerdy cutie…! Well here we go!
Disclaimer: Pitifully I barely own my snoopy pajamas; never mind something of amazing worth!
It was simple. One plus one equals two "b" comes after "a" etc. Also simple, when a bully is threatening you or making you feel uncomfortable or bad, you have to tell someone. In theory it is simple, real life not so much.
Small and slight are NOT words a teenage boy wants as his descriptions. 14-year-old Logan Mitchell couldn't agree more. He frowned at his practically albino features, attempting to cover a bruising black eye; he flicked his raven hair into his eyes. It didn't work his hair was spiky and went up not down. Luminescent ebony brown eyes showed off his nervous demeanor. Combined with his slouched posture, and jumpy self he looked petrified. And worst of all his friends would notice… And he would have to lie.
Logan tried forcing optimistic thoughts into his head… It almost worked! Until he spotted his elderly, very wrinkled neighbor drop her hose, scream run into her house and come out with packs of ice and a first aid kit. Then she took off again reappearing with a phone and blankets? She hobbled over with some severely creepy old lady on a mission speed and launched herself at him. Logan's body protested the severe weight of his now confirmed "sweetheart" neighbor. His bruises throbbed and cuts burned.
He was so thankful he had taken up hockey and rolled in a fashion that saved him from her coddling. By now he could distantly hear other concerned neighbors waking up. It was time to rush to school. And that's what he did, well actually he also crashed into the sidewalk while he ran but that's beside the point.
Creeping quietly through the now dormant halls of a cruel pecking order Logan reached his media studies class before everyone else. Logan slunk over to his seat and cautiously scanned the area for any teachers. Once sure he was alone Logan allowed himself a moment of rest. A moment where his head made contact with the desk and lulled his worn beaten body into a healing doze. He promised himself it would only be a minute. But as we know its harder to keep a promise then it is to make one.
A/N: That my friends was an incredibly awful short prologue. BTW we are going to have a few chapters build up to this excuse for an update. I warn you now I don't know how well I'd be able to update but I swear to finish this story no matter what. Also I have a question is it okay to have atrocious grammar in an A/N?