Logan Harlow's house was silent. Not a sound echoed throughout the small two bedroom house apart from the constant and steady ticking of the dusty kitchen clock. Both bedrooms were empty, one looked like it hadn't been slept in ever. Everything in there held a thick layer of dust covering it, from the wardrobe to the sheet less bed.
The other bedroom however looked like a rubbish tip. Covering the floor was a layer of clothes, that includes the works, socks, jeans, shorts, and top with only one sleeve still in tacked. Next to none of the original pink carpet, that the previous owner had put there, could been seen under the piles of junk.
The bed sheets were screwed up at the end of the bed and the pillows were nowhere never the correct end of the bed. You could tell this bed was very much loved and cherished very much by its owner. Logan Harlow.
A strong gust a wind, a rattle of the glass windows and a large creak and crack, the owner of said bed was home. Logan Harlow huffed as she closed the door against the odd gale of wind. She locked the old door and clambered straight up to her much loved bed. She collapsed with a heavy sigh sprawled out across it, using her feet she kicked off her tatty trainers. She huffed as she threw her jacket onto the floor and fell asleep after an extremely unsuccessful day at her virtually non-excitant detective agency. If she ever wanted to be human again things would have to pick up and soon.
little snippet! first few chapters may be like this to get some more info on the characters!
my first fanfiction please be nice!