Chapter 2: Swing of Memories

A/N: I want to thank you guys for the reviews for the first chapter of "Farther Away" it has definitely inspired me to continue on with this story. I do want to address that I'm debating on asking for an O/C character or making the O/C character myself. So for those of you who want to give it a go and allow me to use your character details and info on this story I'll post up the information towards the end of the chapter. Who knows maybe I'll accept to do O/C's after writing up the chapter. I also want to apologize on the late update, I was going through some moments due to Word was only a free trial. But now I have it and we shall see more of each other. Also feel free to message me on any suggestions on my page. I will be more than happy to pitch in ideas for any other stories you all have in mind. Guys also I would want to say is go check out 1HendersonChick and her story "Abandoned" trust me you guys don't know what you all are missing. Don't be afraid to show her some love by reviewing this amazing story.

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Logan's POV:

"Logan!" I turned to the sound of a little girl yelling somewhere. The only thing is that I couldn't find her at all. As I stared deep within the white room I was in, I noticed that there wasn't a soul in sight.

I didn't respond to the voice, I must be going crazy. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep I endured this entire time. My mom did warn me about the consequences of ruining more than twenty four hours of no sleep.

I shook my head as fast as I could to see if that would change the scenery I was looking at in this whiteness around me. As I finished shaking, the room was still the same… pale and white and never changed its appearance like I thought it would…kind of depressing if you asked me.

"Logan?" I heard another voice, this time it wasn't the same little girl voice I heard earlier. This time it was the voice of a little boy. "Hello? Who's there?" I definitely must be going nuts, I was asking who was asking for me. Yet, nobody answered to my question.

"Logan, sometimes I wished the other students would dedicate their work just like you would." That voice sounded familiar…but who? It couldn't have been my mother, I sort of smirked when I thought up 'Hmm, maybe my father' I knew right on the spot that was not my father. And besides my father has a deeper voice. This voice sounded smooth, calm, and serine…completely opposite from my fathers.

"Teacher's Pet I bet." As I turned to the whiteness around me, I wasn't able to see who said that, that voice sounded a bit more mature than the first two voices I heard earlier. "Thank You Logan, I would have forgotten." Another voice, this time sounded like an older woman. I knew she wasn't my mother due to her response being slow paced, shaky, and sweet. My mother's voice was quick, sturdy, and a bit of force in it.

I heard a groan, it sounded like a group of kids. I turned around, but nothing was there not a trace of human life in this room but my own. What was going on? These voices kept on repeating each other, sometimes overlapping each other. I placed both my hands on my ears and pressed on them to try to keep the noise out.

But to no avail the voices only got louder and louder. "GET OUT OF MY HEAD, PLEASE!" as I said this, the voices stopped and I fell on my back on the white pale floor.

The floor felt cold my back. I started shivering as the room started to drop in temperature, or so it seemed to me that way.

As I looked up at the whiteness on what seemed to be the sky, I heard giggling again as the scenery changed from the whiteness to a park. As I walked closer to investigate what was going on, three little kids were playing and laughing together.

You could see that the little girl was saying something while she was waiving her arms in the air, it was difficult to lip read what she was trying to say. Then I saw another little boy, with raven type of hair smiling and looking at the ball. It looked like the little boy was measuring the distance because he never threw the ball until after he put his hand down.

And like that the scenery changed before anything else happened. I rubbed my eyes to see if the scenery would change again. Anything would be better than seeing this depressing tidal wave of whiteness that would never end. The temperature dropped again as I started to shiver a bit, but then I heard another voice, "Logan, wake up." Sounded like my mother definitely.

"Logan!" and with that, warmness took over my body as I realized I was just asleep. I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light shining on my face. "Hmm?" as I finally adjusted my eyesight I realized I was still in the car and it was daylight as the sun shone in my face.

"Logan, were in Minnesota." As I stared at my mother she pointed out the window of the car as we were already parked.

"How long was I out?" not going to lie, I was starting to freak out. It only seemed like only a few minutes ago I was fighting off sleep and giving directions. My mom giggled and moved away so I could read the digital clock on the car.

"Eight-o-clock" I moaned and stretched while repeating the clocks time. "Come on Logan, you got to help me move the boxes into the house." I stared back at her in confusion looking around.

"Your father already left twenty minutes ago to an orientation at his new job." My mom sounded enthusiastic at the thought. I could only smile weakly to show her I was sort off happy. He wasn't going to be here at all. At least while we unpacked and moved things around that was.

That was the reason why I smiled a bit, the motivation for me to actually be excited to set up my room. As I closed the door behind me I felt a sudden cold wind send shivers down my spine and practically my entire body at this rate.

I crossed my arms around my chest and heard my teeth chatter against each other. I guess my mom heard my shivering as I saw a green hoodie fly towards my direction. "Oh yeah, you might want to bundle up Logan…this isn't Texas weather you know" she giggled and walked into the house.

This wasn't the weather I was expecting, was I really going to live in this freezing weather? As I placed the hoodie on, warmth took over my arms and chest. Unfortunately, my legs were trembling as I tried to walk inside. How smart of me to wear shorts on, question was…would I ever need shorts again in this city again?

Walking into the house I saw all the boxes stacked up on one another and taking up space of what appeared to be the living room. No doubt that my father at least had some time to move these boxes in with my mom. I wondered how he reacted moving all this in and I was asleep the entire time. Would he get after me later when he gets back from his orientation?

I shook my head, I need to stay positive. He wasn't here at the time and I needed to take full advantage of the blessing I was given. "Logan, I need you to find the stuff that goes in your room and carry them upstairs." I took a double take on the boxes, she wants me to look though all these boxes that were mine?

I guess it wasn't that bad, I mean I did get sleep already and my father isn't here so my head isn't killing me like it normally does on a daily bases. "Sure" was all I could say, and soon enough I was going to regret that.

As I walked to the pile of boxes in front of me, some words would read "Living Room" others would read "Sarah's Stuff". There were others that read "Harold's Stuff" and right next to those words a stamp that read "Fragile" I knew what those words meant. Stuff inside that box were breakable.

I observed the boxes again and to my luck there on the way bottom of the pile of boxes read "Logan's Stuff." Great, my stuff HAD to be in the way bottom and on top off all that my father's belongings were right on top of my stuff.

I walked towards the kitchen and saw my mother placing silverware in the cupboards as I approached her. "Mom, my box filled with my stuff is in the very bottom of the pile of other boxes. Is there a chair I can use to reach the boxes on the top?" my mother turned and scanned the room impatiently. "Hmm, try looking outside…and this time put on a jacket."

Like if I needed to be reminded on the icy weather outside. I was already wearing the green hoodie my mother tossed at me earlier so I grabbed the door knob and opened the door to walk to the backyard of the house.

The yard was decent size, but not as big as the yard we had in Texas. But then I asked myself, since when do we need a big backyard anyway? It's not like I actually went outside to play in it. Or actually had anyone come over to camp in the backyard with. I monitored the outside to find stacks of chairs sitting outside. These were the dining table chairs we would use on the dining room table, why were they outside at all?

Maybe because of all the boxes occupying the space in the house? I shrugged my shoulder and bear hugged the first chair I saw and carried it on in.

"Did you find the chair Logan?" I hummed and nodded at the same time as I walked in. I fixed the chair in place as I climbed up on it. I looked down as I was hoping my balance wouldn't fail me at the wrong moment.

I reached for the box that was on the way top and bear hugged it like I did with the chair earlier outside. Boy was it heavy, I huffed and puffed as I hopped down to the floor. I felt a small pain on my legs as I made the landing with box in tow.

At least I was able to move the box down and safe without tipping the tower of boxes that contained breakable objects inside them.

I took a minute to allow the pain in my foot to stop and got back up on the chair again to reach for the next box which read "Sarah's Stuff" as I reached for it I realized it was heavy but not as much as the first box. I jumped down from the chair and placed the box gently on the floor, still worried that there was an object still breakable in there.

The next few boxes weren't that hard to carry down as the tower got smaller. I reached for the final box on top of my box and placed it gently on the floor. Finally, my box was the next one I saw.

As I saw that I might need a box cutter or something to open up the box, I marched back right into the kitchen. Only not to find my mother there anymore and boxes were empty here, she must have already finished unpacking the kitchen utensils already.

"Mom, do you have something I can open the box with?" I didn't move to try to hear if my mom said anything low keyed. Nothing.

I continued through the kitchen and saw that there was a door on the left side opened. I walked towards it and saw that a light was on. I must have been dumbfounded, we actually had a basement? That's really cool, you'd think this house wasn't that great from the outside. But the inside of the house there was a really big basement that I believed stretched the entire bottom half of the house.

I slowly walked down the stairs as quietly as possible. I heard rumbling of objects getting louder with every step I took to walk downstairs. "Mom?" I tried one last time to see if she heard me.

"Logan, sorry I was just setting up all the boxes downstairs." I stared at the basement, it was the biggest basement I've ever seen…well maybe because I've never actually seen a basement before.

"Wow, oh…mom do you have anything I can use to open up the boxes to put in my room?" I had forget for a bit why I had come down here in the first place until I had to snap back to reality to realize it.

"You don't have many boxes do you Logan?" I stared at her, I honestly never really checked if I had a lot of boxes for my room. In fact I don't even know which room was going to be my room at all.

"Oh, by the way the rooms are upstairs. There are three rooms so you can pick one out before your dad gets home." I must have looked funny, did she actually let me pick out my own room? I gave her another minute or so for her to burst out laughing and say "Oh I was only messing with you!" But as I just kept on staring at her, she waived her hands in front of her as to tell me to get a move on.

"Logan, you forgot the box cutter." I nodded and walked back to retrieve the box cutter to open up the boxes I had for my room.

As I was walking up the stairs I heard a knocking in the front door, "Logan, can you get that for me?" my mom yelled from the basement as I placed the box cutter down and walked up to the window to see who was in my front yard.

I saw two big rugged guys waiting outside to see who would open up the door and let them in. One was scratching his head, probably still confused if he got the right address, and the other was crossing his arms and lost in thought. Then the shirts read "Johnson's Movers" I rolled my eyes at the creative company name and rushed to the door and opened it up.

The man who was lost in thought opened up his eyes and stared at me, "Man when I read that parents were making kids live on their own, I didn't expect it to be legit." He laughed and I only stared at him puzzled.

"Hey little guy, are your parents' home?" I stared at him, was I that small to address me as little? I only shrugged, "My mom's in the basement arranging boxes on her own downstairs, and my dad is out in an orientation." Not like it mattered to these guys if my parents were even here or not.

"Thanks kid." The other guy behind him said. The first guy was big and had a tuff guy attitude towards him as if to prove a point that only big guys like him can move stuff around. He was wearing a yellow jacket with the logo of his company name. The jacket was opened and was wearing a white shirt under it and blue jeans. His name tag read "Larry", he had the whole bald guy look going for him.

The other guy was kind of scrawny and had brown hair. He was wearing the same jacket but it was sealed and was not opened up like the first guy. His name tag read "Moe" nice name Moe. I smirked and the movers looked at me in suspicion as I couldn't help keep the smirk off my face.

"Can you leave the door open kid, we need to get some of the furniture off the truck and unload it inside the house." I nodded, then I quickly decided to do an about face and walk back to my box of stuff that was waiting for me in the living room.

I grabbed the box cutter and moved the clicker to reveal a small blade on the tip of the box cutter. It was remarkable that this small blade could easily cut through the boxes than any regular old scissor would.

I measured the box and moved the cutter to the top meeting the tip of the box and sliced my way through the opening. As I finished up towards the end, I pulled the sides away to reveal clothes that were stacked up in the boxes.

I moved them aside and started hunting for more boxes with my name on it.

It didn't take me too long to find the last five boxes with knickknacks and photos in it. The rest of the three boxes contained books…a lot of them I have read throughout the years living in Texas.

I placed the boxes that belonged to my room in the corner of the living room to avoid confusion again. I honestly didn't want my mom to put back the boxes, only for me to have to carry them back down again.

As I made my way up the stairs, I saw that the floors were wooden and only the stairs and the hallway had carpet leading to the end of the hallway.

I looked around to see which ones were the rooms and which ones was the bathroom, as I opened the door on the right I saw a shower, a toilet seat, and a sink which had a mirror on the wall on top of the sink. Glad I found the first bathroom easily, now to try to find the rooms and pick one out to put these boxes in.

To the left, there was a room big enough for two people as I walked in to observe the room I saw that there was a closet and next to the closet at the end of the room was another bathroom. We have two bathrooms? At least I won't be yelled at if my dad decides to go while I'm showering or getting ready for school.

I really wanted this room, but I knew that my mother would want it so that she can have my father bunk in with her. Usually, my father would bunk in the living room with the couches. He never really liked the idea that I got a whole room to myself and that to sleep in a lumpy couch. There were times when he tried to force me out of the room so that he could sleep better in the night.

He always did use my lack of sleep as an excuse to force me out of the room. I closed the door and did a right flank to the next room. As I opened up the next room, I saw that this room was a little bit smaller. It was still bigger than my room back home but it didn't matter as I saw that the window was facing the backyard.

I opened the window to take a look outside and saw that the neighbor's yard was in good views away from mine. The cold wind hit my face as I gazed through the yards on the next street, then something caught my eye.

"I want to carry them in the house mom." The little girl demanded, she looked to be about nine years old with long hair. The only thing I could make out of was her clothes as she was wearing a dark green sweater that looked like it didn't fit her.

"Get inside its too cold for you to be out and about." The woman next to her was holding a bag of groceries in her hand as she dragged the little girl inside the house. I quickly shut the window to prevent anymore cold air from taking over the room. I honestly have no clue why, but this room seemed to call my name.

I turned to see that on the opposite end of the room there was a closet. Well, at least I have a place to put my clothes in….rather than scatter them all over the place. Yes, I was one of those people who hated having clothes lying around my room.

"Logan, the movers need the space in the living room. Come get your boxes and carry them to your room." I overheard my mother call for me from the living room. I guess she was already done with those boxes down stairs.

I rushed down to see that the boxes were gone and out of the way, she must have placed them down the basement to finish later while the movers put the furniture in tacked.

"There you go Mrs. Mitchell all the furniture for the living room is in here…if you want we can arrange them the way you want?" I saw that Larry tipped his head out of curtesy as he finished his sentence.

"Oh you boys, if it's no bother at all…" My mom was cut off by Moe, "No worries ma'am it's our pleasure." I wasn't liking the tone of how they both quickly volunteered to move the furniture, it sounded as if there was something in return they were getting.

My mom turned to me, "Logan, did you pick the room you wanted?" I nodded still gazing at the movers, never leaving my eyes off them.

"Umm…Logan isn't there something you need to be doing right now?" I looked at her confused and realized that I still needed to place the boxes up stairs so that Larry and Moe could use the space.

"Oh, sorry." I grabbed the first box and bear hugged it like I did before and started climbing the stairs towards my room. Who would have guessed that I would be exercising so much today? Not me that's for sure.

It felt like a lifetime, but I made it to my new room and placed the first box towards the window. I went back downstairs to repeat the process with the next box. It wasn't until the fourth box that my back started to give a sharp pain, I landed on the floor and let my back adjust back to normal from all the lifting I was doing.

If I wanted a killer workout, this was it. I was sure glad that I only had a few boxes at all, in fact I was glad that my father did all the physical labor to place these boxes into the house.

I rushed down to get the last box when I saw that the movers were bringing in furniture that belonged to my room, "Ok kid, your mommy said that the furniture next is going to your room…so where is your room?" I grabbed the box and pointed upstairs and their eyes rolled, "Of course kid." Was all Moe could say in frustration.

My stomach growled like a lion as I walked upstairs with the boxes. That's right I haven't eaten since the day before. I turned to look at the clock as it read "ten-thirty" it was already past two hours? It felt as if there was little time to move all this.

I finally placed the final box in my room as the movers came in with my drawers were I could place my clothes into. Larry looked exhausted as he slammed the drawer down and reached for his back, "Geez kid, you'd think you would have picked a closer room?" I smiled at his attempt to try not to show that the stairs defeated his "macho" persona.

I felt as if they regretted agreeing with my mom on placing all these things in the house now huh? I opened the boxes and took out all the clothes and piled them in one corner of the room and the knickknacks that belonged in my room I left them in the box until everything was settled in.

The next thing I saw was Moe coming in with my bed parts as he placed them on the floor. I stared at the pieces that were once my bed, so he wasn't going to put this bed together? Next came Larry with the mattress as he leaned it against the wall as they went down to retrieve more stuff.

I just sat there as they kept coming in and out leaving furniture that belonged in my room. I pushed with all my might the drawer to adjust it to the wall next to the closet. My back was killing me as I finished pushing it by the wall. How could movers do this for a living?

It was official that I was going to cross out movers off my list of future occupations in the future. I stared at the clothes that were piled in the corner and debated whether I should hang those up or just leave them there for later to give my back a break.

I also wanted to lay down to adjust my back on the mattress, but these guys just dumped the pieces to build my bed there and left. I groaned and decided to give these guys time and got up and started piling my clothes in the closet as I saw that my mom had already arranged hangers in the closet for me.

(Later)

"No Moe, grab that end there and I'll carry the other end to place it on the platform." Moe huffed as he started to lift up the mattress and together they placed the mattress with the rest of my bed. Finally, my bed was in tacked as well as my clothes and the drawer. I stared at my room to see that there was still the bookshelf that was needed to be placed somewhere and the books in the boxes. There was also the box filled with knickknacks that I had completely forgotten till now.

"There you go kid, your room looks good now." Larry said confidently. "Now let's go help our Mrs. Mitchell into her new room." Both workers laughed a chuckled a bit as they left my room. Seriously wished that these guys left already.

I took a glance at my room, it was almost done…just needed to place the last furniture in place. I also had to put the books in the bookshelf and arrange the knickknacks around my room.

I walked over to the bookshelf and started to embrace the heaviness that would follow trying to finish this task. I huffed and puffed as I moved the bookshelf right next to the drawer filled with clothes. I wiped away some sweat that was starting to run down my forehead. I was ready to call it a day…even though it was barely going to be twelve in the afternoon.

I walked back to the box filled with books and carried it next to the bookshelf. I carefully placed all the books in order from genre, I know it might look dumb…but I honestly couldn't take it if my books were out of place.

What if I wanted to read up on the study of plants and I accidentally pick up a book based on evolution…no thank you.

Each book was placed the way I felt would be best fitted in the bookshelf, it didn't take too long to place them all in. That I am grateful for, for the entire day it has been filled with exhaustion…all I wanted to do was lay down on my bed and relax.

The door opened as my mom's head peaked in, "Logan you hungry?"

My stomach growled in response as I nodded in embarrassment, "I'm making chicken so it should be ready in a bit. Why don't you go out and tour the city for a bit?"

I stared at her not responding at all, I honestly wanted to just lay here and be lazy for the rest of the day. "Its ok mom, I have some reading I need to catch up on anyway…you know with the move and all." My mom sighed and closed the door. You could hear her footsteps going down the stairs.

I honestly didn't have the stamina to even get up and pick a book to read, so I guess you could say I just lied to my mom. As I landed on the pillow on my bed I screamed in pain, oh I forgot my bruise from the trip. I rubbed my head and got up, I needed to take a shower.

The dried up blood needed to be washed away, and maybe that would relax me in a sense as well.

I figured that yesterday's clothes needed to go into the washer and dryer anyway. After going through my closet to find something to wear, I walked out the hallway to get to the shower.

"You're absolutely out of your mind if you don't think that this baby is yours!" I heard a woman yelling in the kitchen. Sounded from the television as I peaked through the stairs to see my mom watching Jerry Springer…I wonder if she knew that stuff was scripted or not.

I headed back to my destination and entered the bathroom. I placed my clothes on the floor and decided to wash my face.

I didn't do anything fancy I just splashed water in my face and hoped that would be enough to keep me energized through the day. I took off my shirt and placed it in the corner of the bathroom to put in the hamper once I get out.

I turned to the mirror, the mirror always had a funny way of showing all your insecurities to you. I looked pale and thin, I've been questioned before by teachers if my parents ever feed me.

The truth is they do, I just lose my appetite due to all the problems that go on in the house. Of course, I wouldn't tell them that. I would just tell them I would walk a long distance home and probably burned off the calories on the way home. I would also tell them that I had a fast metabolism and that even though it looked like I wouldn't eat, I did.

As I kept on staring at the mirrored version of me I glanced at some bruises on my body. Some by the left side of my chest, others on my left shoulder. These were made curtesy of my father, I didn't want to reminisce anymore on my bruises as they only brought back darker times in my life.

The ones I couldn't ignore were the cuts displayed in different parts of my body. They don't hurt anymore just were there till they healed. I had a couple of them, one short one on my collar bone, another sort of long one across my chest, and some that were hard to hide. Those being on my arms, luckily those were looking like they made progress compared to how badly they looked when I first got them.

I always had to wear a jacket to hide them, even if the sun was out. Kids found it to be another excuse to label me as weird.

I turned away from myself there were so many close calls whenever I had to hide away the evidence of abuse in my house. Kids would ask me to go to a swimming party and I would say I was piled up with homework and taking the day off would make me fail the class. Even though it wasn't true, I had the grades to back it up and the homework…I hardly had a lot due to finishing it in class a lot of the time.

I was never invited again to any other parties or places to hang out. To think of it I would have probably had a reason to resist coming to Minnesota if my father knew how to control his anger.

I turned on the faucet and the stream of water started hitting my face as I was still thinking about my school life. Would kids really even care if I attended their school or not?

It looked as if they did care, there is never a time of day were I wouldn't get stares from my classmates or when I would have to dodge lunch at school and eat somewhere secluded.

I grabbed the shampoo and started scrubbing my hair, careful to not press on the bruise I would scrub lightly on the back. I rinsed my body so that the soap would come off, really would be too much if I could just be normal and go about my day without drawing attention?

I turned off the faucet and walked out of the shower, dried myself from head to toe, then got dressed.

I was a little bit more knowledgeable now, I knew to wear a long sleeved shirt and some blue jeans this time to avoid getting a pneumonia and get sick, the last thing I needed was going to the hospital or doctors and getting a huge hospital bill. I knew my father wouldn't be pleased one bit to get that in the mail.

As I opened the door to leave the bathroom, the aroma of chicken filled the air as I walked out. I carefully walked downstairs to avoid tripping and falling down. The T.V. was turned off now and there was a plate waiting for me by the table.

I scanned the room to try to find my mom, but to no avail she wasn't in the kitchen or in the backyard…or the basement. I just sat down and stared at the plate, my stomach growled in response as I picked up the fork and started eating.

(Later)

I placed the fork down and looked at the plate, it was empty and my stomach full and happy. At least I was rested up and full…god knows I needed those things in my life and I chose to ignore it due to my way of thinking.

Times like these, I was grateful for all the blessings that we were given. I know my father takes it for granted, just wished he would appreciate what he has.

There were times when we had to eat in the dark, sleep in the cold weather, and even eat crackers with jelly. It wasn't that bad, but my parents would be furious as to they wouldn't receive government help at the time to pay for their food or bills.

I picked up my plate and walked up to the sink as I started the water and began washing the dishes. Little things like this I had to remember, I know that others would just toss the plate and leave full and would return with their plates washed. But not me, if I didn't do the dishes I would have to fetch them as they were being tossed at me from the other side of the room for not washing them.

That would explain half my cuts as I would be forgetful at times and my parents would get upset and toss me the dish that was not washed…even knives.

I shivered at the memories, I hated going back to the past and remember every horrific detail. I would just focus on trying to finish a book or do something brain worthy.

I dried up my hands and sat down in the couch as I was already tired completely from today's activities. I stared at the clock. Three o' clock p.m. that can't be right wasn't it twelve I minute ago? I seriously need to keep track of time.

The fact that my father wasn't home from his orientation was now starting to dawn on me. Did he get the job? Or did he go out and started 'brainstorming' as he would put it. I knew well enough that he would hit up a bar and drink his misery away.

Let's be honest it was temporary as when he would get home the yelling would commence and the "Let's blame Logan" game would surface. I really hope he wasn't out drinking, I can't take him in that state.

I hadn't realized that I was playing with my thumbs as I was thinking about it all. This was a nervous habit I would pick up whenever I would hear "You'll get yours" from my father. Most of the time he would say that and not punish me till hours later. Something about using psychology against your own son would be very effective. He and I both knew that and he would love doing that to make me be on my toes.

I cringed at the thought of those times when he would make me wait hours upon hours for him to strike me with a belt or toss me across the room.

I shook off the memory and decided to go upstairs to my room. I always watched my footing as I made my way up the stairs.

As I was passing by my room something caught my attention. My mom was watching T.V. in her room.

As I kept going to my room my mom stopped me, "Logan, you need to go to bed earlier today. The school just called me and they want us to stop by and sign some papers and they need you as well to sign some stuff. Be up before ten o' clock as you need to be there at eleven-thirty" She sounded monotone as she was informing me on tomorrow's activities.

I looked at her waiting for her to finish, but nothing else came out. "Ok mom, will do." I walked out of her room and made way to mine.

The time was really messing with me, did the clock really read 'seven-forty five'? I shook my head again. I really must have went into thought as the day just went by faster than I imagined.

I needed to be up early tomorrow, so I guess this meant I had to turn in for tonight. I saw that my window's blinds were still open as the sun set. I walked up to the window and grabbed the handle that would close the blinds when I heard a noise coming from the bushes in the backyard.

I stared at the direction of the noise hoping to see what was causing it. But after standing there for twenty minutes…nothing.

I closed the blinds and put on something more comfortable to wear for the night. Getting comfortable to lay down and sleep was the difficult part…especially since my back was killing me after today's activities took a toll on me.

I wonder how school would look like, how the kids would be like. Would they act the same like the kids in my old school…I really hope not…I really…REALLY…hope not.


Wide Awake-Katy Perry

I wish I knew then
What I know now
Wouldn't dive in
Wouldn't bow down
Gravity hurts
You made it so sweet
'Til I woke up on
On the concrete

Falling from cloud nine (it was out of the blue)
I'm crashing from the high
I'm letting go tonight (yeah, I'm letting you go)
I'm falling from cloud nine

(I'm wide awake)
Thunder rumbling
Castles crumbling
(I'm wide awake)
I am trying to hold on
(I'm wide awake)
God knows that I tried
Seeing the bright side
(I'm wide awake)
I'm not blind anymore


A/N: Man this has to be the longest chapter I have ever posted…but no worries guys BTR will all be in this. This chapter took me a while to finish up, there was so much detail I had to address in it. I once again thank you guys for your patients. I'll be posting up faster as I now have no excuse to not be posting up at all. So back to the story, Logan's finally going to see some school action next time…I wonder what's in store for him. So as for the O/C Character's I've decided to put in one character from my fellow readers. She/ he will be an important character so message me, don't review this…Message me your character's details from; Name, Nickname (not necessary), personality, what your character would wear, eye color, height, and anything else you want to input. It would mean a lot if you guys posted in a review how you think the story is going so far and what you guys are hoping to see. Reviews help to see if I need to ante up the story or keep going on my pace so please let me know. Till next time guys, make sure to check our 1HendersonChick's story of Abandoned it's really amazing.