Hi this is for Logan because I just can't keep him away any more. This might have a bit of angst (I think that's the word?) Well enjoy chapter 4!

Disclaimer: I still do not posses BTR! I will find you Logan! *looks at tracking map and marks off Canada* Mark my words! *runs off screaming into the sunset!*


Little Logan Mitchell was sitting at home staring out the window. It was sunny and southern Texas weather. "Mommy why is it so hot todway?" the five year old asked. "Because it's Texas honey. Texas is hot in the summer. Now why don't you go and play with your toys or go outside or something?" Mrs. Mitchell suggested. Logan jumped down from the chair,which he had pulled up to the window,and ran outside.

As soon as he hit stepped out the door the change in temperature was impossible to ignore. He stopped for a second to adjust to the heat then kept walking. He was planning on playing soccer with himself in his yard so he went to the fence and started to kick a small ball. He kicked it a couple of times and they were all over the place. After a few more trys he kicked it really hard. It hit the fence and went over his head onto the sidewalk. He walked/ran to it. He had bent down to pick it up when he heard a mean,scratchy voice behind him. "ohhh look. The little GENIUS thinks he can play soccer. HAHAHAHA." It was the neighborhood bully, Michael. "Leave me awone,Michael. I dwidn't do anyting to you." Logan said trying to keep calm. He picked his ball up and started to walk back to the fence. "Awe. How adorable little he to play with a FENCE! LOG LOG is a toad! Can kick a ball or he'll trip and FALL!" Michael said. Pretty clever for a third grader. Logan balled his hands into fist and kicked his ball directly at Michael. It hit him and he fell to the ground. Logan ran/walked into the house as fast as his little five year old legs could carry him. He smiled at himself for finally standing up for himself even though he knew it wasn't the right way to handle it. He was still proud and happy. Well he was until he realized he left his ball.


Ok so this was based off of a real bully encounter I had with some JERK named Michael what-his-face. And I did the kick-the-ball thing to another bully but i don't remember his name. And Michael if you are reading this you are a snowt face JERK with nothing to live for except your pitiful Girlfriend who I am sorry for! Well I feel better. Hope you enjoyed chapter 4!