Day 29: Magic
Logan hated his friends. He had come home just to get a bucketful of ice water splashed over him by Kendall. Then Carlos had ate his lunch, and then James had slammed a door into Logan's face on accident.
Logan slammed the door shut to his room, grumbling to himself. Why couldn't his friends just be normal people? He really needed to get new friends.
Logan yelped in surprise when he stumbled over a book. He flipped it open; this wasn't one of the books in his bookshelf.
In the book it read: "Make a wish. Any wish."
Logan shrugged, thinking it was a prank that one of the boys had pulled on him. "I wish I was never friends with those three hooligans." Logan called out loudly so the boys could hear him. He rolled his eyes; did they really think Logan would be tricked by some stupid magic book?
But suddenly, everything began to spin around him. Logan screamed as he was thrown off balance. He fell to the ground as things began to settle down again.
But he was no longer in the room he and Kendall shared. He was in his house, his home in Minnesota, in his own room. "What the..." Logan breathed out. The clock read 7:30 am.
"Logan, honey! Time for school!" His mother called. Logan looked around, confused. School? He didn't go to school. And when did his mom...
He was back in Minnesota. It hit him like a ton of bricks. The magic book had... worked? Logan wouldn't believe it.
Logan grabbed his backpack, which was somehow already packed, and walked down the stairs. "Mom?" He called. His mother appeared.
"Come on, honey, let's go. We're going to be late." Logan followed her into the car, dazed. What was going on?
He arrived at school at about 7:45. "Uh, thanks mom." He got out, looking around. "See ya."
"Love you, sweetie." His mom called as she drove away. Logan turned to face the school.
He was in 11th grade. Somehow he knew that. It was so weird how he knew that.
Logan opened the door into the school, almost afraid of what he would find. "Hey, look who it is! Logan Mitchell!"
Logan looked around. Everybody looked at him. "Hi?" Logan got out nervously.
"Hi? That's all you can say?" A kid walked by with blue eyes and blonde hair, clapping him on the back. His name was Ashton, Logan somehow remembered. "You're the homecoming king!"
Logan gaped at him. "W-what? Homecoming king?" But even as he said it, memories he hadn't experienced flooded over him. The dance. His date. Him being announced as king.
Ashton laughed. "Stop playing dumb, Logan."
Logan laughed along with him nervously. "Uh, yeah, I'm homecoming king! Woohoo!" Logan cheered. Everybody cheered with him and began to leave. Soon it was just him and Ashton.
"So, you coming to Jamez's party tonight? 7:30." He asked Logan.
Party? What? Where were James, Kendall, and Carlos? They usually didn't go to parties, since there was too much alcohol and drugs and sex and they were all "good boys."
"Uh, yeah, I guess I am." Logan replied, because he felt it was the right thing to say.
Ashton headed off the class, leaving Logan confused and worried. The book had come true.
Had he wished his friends out of existence?
But then he saw the blond hair that he had grown to know. It was Kendall. Logan walked toward the crowd, pushing through until he saw Kendall.
He almost fainted. Kendall was not the same Kendall he knew. This Kendall had tattoos, eyeliner, and piercings. Kendall was a bad boy.
"Kendall?" Logan got out.
Kendall glanced over at him. "Oh, look! It's the homecoming king!" He said sarcastically. "Nice to see you."
Logan froze. Kendall sounded... "Oh my gosh..." Logan breathed out. Kendall was high.
A girl kissed Kendall on the lips. Logan looked away. What had happened to Kendall?
Logan walked away. He had done this to them. He had wished that he was never friends with any of them... and this was what happened?
"Hey, Logan!" Logan looked up. It was James. He at least looked normal, but he was surrounded by girls and guys, which Logan guessed was pretty unsurprising too.
"You coming to my party tonight? 7:30." Oh... James was called Jamez now. He wore a hockey jersey, and Logan realized he was the captain of the hockey team.
Logan nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there." The words didn't even feel like his own.
Kendall was a drug addict, James was a player. He didn't even want to think what Carlos was.
He glanced at the clock; it was almost 8. He began to walk to his first class, which he remembered was room 149. He was so into thinking about James and Kendall that he didn't realize he had bumped into someone.
He opened his mouth to apologize, but the other kid beat him to it. "I-I'm sorry!" He squeaked, his voice a tad bit familiar. Logan looked up.
"Carlos?" Carlos didn't have his helmet on, which was already weird enough. But there was a nasty looking bruise on his cheek. And it looked to be in the shape of a fist.
Carlos looked frightened at seeing him. "Y-yeah, I'm sorry for bumping into you, I really am." He apologized.
"It's, uh, fine. It's fine, don't worry about it." Logan got out, confused. Carlos just nodded and began to walk away.
Logan turned to chase after him. "Hey, wait! What's wrong with your face?" He asked.
Carlos looked like he had just realized there was a bruise on his cheek. "Uh, nothing. Really, it's nothing." But just as he said it, he was shoved into the wall by a huge football player.
"Hey, loser! You're talking to the homecoming king?" He sneered, reaching his fist back and giving Carlos another bruise on the other side of his face.
"Hey, stop! What are you doing?" Logan cried out, running in to stop the guy. "Leave him alone!"
The guy snorted. "What do you care? Everybody knows this kid's not worth crap." His posse, who were standing behind him, laughed.
Logan looked at Carlos and then back at the guy. He ran off, not able to face what he had done to his best friend.
This was all his fault. He had never been friends with Kendall, James, or Carlos in this universe... and this was what happened.
It made sense, too. Kendall had been depressed about his dad dying until Logan had come along. James had been a narcissistic "popular" guy until Logan had set him straight. Carlos hadn't had any friends until Logan came along.
And so now Kendall was addicted to drugs, James was a popular guy, and Carlos was a bullied nobody. And it was all Logan's fault.
Logan put his head in his hands. "What have I done?" He sighed, tears in his eyes.
But as if on cue, he heard a strange noise coming from inside the bathroom. He ran in, and there, in the center of the floor, was the book.
It said, "Would you like to undo your wish?"
Logan grabbed it and held it to his chest. "Yes, yes, please! I want to undo it! I wish I had always been friends with those three hooligans!" He shouted.
The world twisted again. Logan didn't fall this time.
He ended up back in his bedroom in 2J. The book was gone. Someone was knocking on his door.
"Logan? Logan, can we come in?"
Logan opened the door. His three "hooligans" were standing there.
Logan hugged them tightly. "I'm sorry! I'll never leave you guys again, I promise!" He said.
Kendall pushed him off gently. "Uh, I don't know what that means, but we're just here to apologize."
"Yeah! We made you cake!" Carlos said excitedly. Logan reached over and squeezed Carlos tightly into a hug.
"Um, not that I don't like hugs, Logan... but I can't really... breathe." Carlos gasped. Logan let go of him, grinning sheepishly.
"Are you okay, Logan?" James questioned, concerned.
Logan grinned. "Yeah, I'm awesome."
He never needed to get new friends again.
