I'm giving full credit to Sarah for this chapter! She wrote everything herself and I think it came out AMAZING!
After debating the two options for a long and drawn out time, the Knight's finally decided that they wouldn't change Logan's school and that they'd go with the first option. Therefore, the very next monday, they found themselves walking into the school a little earlier than usual, Katie having already gone to her classroom. They walked down the corridors and to a secluded classroom that used to be used for 1st graders but was now used for children who needed a little extra help. Logan held onto Kendall's hand tightly as Mama Knight knocked on the door, walking in afterwards. The room was bright and filled with lots of learning posters that would be needed for struggling students. A middle aged woman with dark brown hair sat at a table in the middle of the room, looking at a timetable. She looked up and smiled with her thin lips.
"Hello" she greeted as she stood and walked over. "I'm Miss Healey." Mama Knight introduced herself and the teacher looked at Kendall, her eyes moving on and settling on Logan who shyed away from her stare. "And you must be Logan" she smiled again. Logan tried to smile back, but the truth was he was panicking inside. Somehow, he didn't feel as if there was a good vibe being given off by this new teacher.
"So Kendall will come by at the end of the day and pick him up. It was nice meeting you, but I must be going now." Mama Knight informed her. Miss Healey nodded.
"Do I have to stay, mommy? Can't I stay home with you?" Logan questioned, gripping onto her leg and not letting go.
"Yes honey, you have to go to school. You want to learn and become smarter don't you? It's only a few hours baby, I promise it'll go by fast" she bent down and hugged him tightly, kissing him on the forehead. Logan reluctantly let her go and also said goodbye to Kendall. As the bell rung, he turned around to look at the woman who would now be teaching him.
They were half way through the morning. Miss Healey had been trying to get Logan to talk to her and teach him for a good hour now and she had gotten nowhere. She had never dealt with a student like Logan. Her students before had been nervous and shy, but after the first 10 minutes they had warmed up to her and it was as if they were never like that in the first place. With Logan, he hadn't talked one bit and when she moved her chair closer to him, he had whimpered and shrunk down even more. All of this meant Logan wasn't learning and frankly, she was starting to get a bit annoyed.
"Logan, can you tell me what 12 times 9 is" she asked for the fifth time. Logan once again didn't answer, he simply looked at his hands in his lap. She sighed, getting frustrated.
"Logan, what is 12 times 9?" again, nothing was said.
"Logan! What is 12 times 9?!" she raised her voice, very irritated. The harsh tone caused Logan's eyes to flick up to her reddened face, a small whimper escaping.
"Just answer the question, Logan! It's not that hard to speak to me!" she yelled. Logan flinched, still not doing as she said. Miss Healey got out of her chair and knelt down in front of Logan, gripping his upper arms hard.
"I was told you were good at math, Logan. I thought you were a clever boy. But, obviously you aren't clever because you're not even talking to me! And only good boys are clever, so you can't be clever Logan, because you're a bad boy." she patronized the little boy. Logan's eyes went wide as she continued.
"No, you're not. Because good boys talk to people and listen and answer. Good boys do their work, but you haven't. Because you're a bad boy. And you sure aren't clever, you haven't done anything all morning." she said wryly.
"I-I-I-I-I..." Logan tried to say something but he was still too scared and nervous, especially as she said all of his floors.
"You know, I've been in teaching for 20 years and I've never come across such a scared, whimpy, pathetic little boy." she sneered, shaking him slightly.
"You should have never left kindergarten, you not clever enough." she seemed to think for a while. "No, they should lock you up in a wacky shack for crazy people with no hope. You'll never be normal, Logan. You're so pathetic!" Logan's breaths had accelerated and tears leaked out of his big, scared eyes. He shook himself out of her iron grip and bolted out of the classroom, running as fast as he could.
He ran and ran, when suddenly he crashed into a wall. Looking up, it wasn't a wall. No, it was worse.
"Hey look, stupid little Logan's back, too bad no one wants him here" Jason remarked.
"No, his own parents didn't even want him. What a loser!" Andy laughed nastily as Jason and Tom sniggered.
"Aww, is little Logie crying? Does he need his mommy to come and blow his nose for him?" Tom added. Jason went round the back of Logan.
"Hey look" he said gripping Logan's underwear and pulling it up. "I think little Logeek is so stupid he's got confused and put underwear on rather than a diaper." he told the others, pulling them up as high as he could. Logan started to cry harder as they teased and mocked him. How had they found out about his parents.
"Maybe you should just go and never come back" Tom suggested, pushing him so he fell down with a thud.
"Yeah, no one wants you, no one cares. You're a stupid, pathetic waste of skin. No one would care if you went" Andy added. A sob wrenched itself from Logan's throat. The things that Miss. Healey had said and them whizzing around in his mind. He knew it was true.
"Yeah, why did you even get born? You're parents gave you up and I bet Kendall and his family will soon realise they don't want you. Why don't you just go away and die? Go away from our lives, no one would miss you. Go die, Loser."
With Jason's last words, Logan erpupted into sobs. He pulled himself to his feet and ran away, the vicious cackles of the bullies echoing around the halls. He didn't know at first where he was going, but when the 6th grade classrooms came into view, he knew his destination. He ran up to the nearest classroom, flinging the door open with surprising strength and thudding into the room. Miss. Kohler stood up, concerned at seeing the little boy very distressed, but he ran past her, through the sea of desks and just had time to spot his brother's and his friend's shocked looks before leaping into Kendall's lap. He sobbed into Kendall's chest, clutching his shirt so tightly that all of his knuckles turned white. His panicked breathing only quickened as his sobs escalated to an all new level if possible. The whole class turned to him with worried looks. Kendall wrapped his arms around him, rocking him from side to side, but that did nothing and soon Logan was hyperventillating. He couldn't catch his breath at all, each heave for air growing biggger and bigger, but the oxygen getting to his lungs getting less and less. His face took on a greyish tint and his lips turned a frightening shade of blue.
"Logan! Logan, breathe buddy, breathe!" Kendall cried, pattting his brother on his back as he tried to help him gain the precious, life-saving air he needed. Logan just started gasping even more, coughing and spluttering. He was still sobbing hysterically, making the whole thing a lot worse. Miss. Kohler hurried over to them, kneeling down and taking Logan from Kendall's arms. Logan at this point was so hysterical that he didn't even care who was comforting him. He just needed someone there...oh and also to breathe. Miss. Kohler ignored the horrified students as she walked around holding the 8 year old. When it was clear he wasn't going to start breathing normally any time soon, she called out:
"Someone go and get the nurse, someone go tell the principle what's happening and someone call 911!" Three students responded to her requests, rushing out as quickly as possible. Miss. Kohler knelt down on the floor, laying Logan down on the carpet, propping his chest up to allow as much air as possible into his lungs. Kendall, James and Carlos joined her on the floor.
It was too much for Logan's little body though. Too much effort to keep drawing in desperate gasps. Miss. Healey's and the bullies' comments went round and round in his head, nagging at him constantly. His eyes started to droop, lower and lower. His strength had left his body and he had no choice in what he was doing. His body was literally shutting down. He faintly heard some shouts as the principle, followed by two EMT's burst into the room. They dropped down beside him, talking to him, but Logan didn't know what they were saying. He couldn't actually hear them. His head was lifted slightly as something was placed over his nose and mouth. It could have been the mask-type-thing that he had seen in a textbook before, but whatever it was, it only really helped him a little. A bright light was shone in his eyes and he winced, squeezing them shut because it was just too bright. He found it extremely hard to open the eyelids again, all his energy having been zapped. He turned his head weakly, seeing a mass of blonde hair through his hazy vision that could only be Kendall and feeling said boy grab his hand. Logan's heaving chest hadn't slowed down one bit and the next time he blinked, he found he couldn't open his eyes again. He was aware of voices now getting louder and more frantic. He was aware someone was shaking him. But he couldn't fight anymore. He couldn't do it. They would be better without him though, everyone had told him that. And as he sank down into an eerie darkness, Logan's body gave up. Logan stopped breathing.
Ahh! Cliffhanger! Do you guys want an update soon?
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