Chapter 6: Come Together
"Hey Max" Logan answered
"I see our guest is awake"
"Yeah, we were sharing stories"
"We were, and you had not shared yours Logan" Hunter replied
"Right, I didn't, well let me explain." Logan said
Logan then proceeded to tell the story of himself. One that Max had never heard.
" Well I lived with my parents in the area north of Seattle. We were rich, and I had everything I wanted. You would think that that would make me happy, but I wasn't. Not at all. You see, I never got to see my parents or play with other kids, there was always this aura around that made me feel like I had to do something great. But I didn't want to do anything "great" per say, but there was something I wanted to do. I wanted to help people. I saw how people were suffering all over the world, and yet no one did anything. I decided this when I was 8. When I was 11 my parents were killed in a car crash, and I was sent to live with my uncle. My uncle didn't want me, he wanted nothing to do with me, and so he sent me off to boarding school. There I was an outcast, so I made the best of it. I wrote in a journal to get my feelings out. One day my language teacher caught me writing in it, and she told me to stay after class. I was so worried that she would be angry. She was slightly, but after she read it, she told me I had a gift, that I should keep writing. So I went to college to get a degree in Journalism. Through that I met a man by the name of Nathan Herro. He showed me that through writing you could help people, just like I always wanted to. So that's what I do, I help people."
"Logan how come you never told me this story?" Max asked
"You never asked"
"Hey Max" Logan answered
"I see our guest is awake"
"Yeah, we were sharing stories"
"We were, and you had not shared yours Logan" Hunter replied
"Right, I didn't, well let me explain." Logan said
Logan then proceeded to tell the story of himself. One that Max had never heard.
" Well I lived with my parents in the area north of Seattle. We were rich, and I had everything I wanted. You would think that that would make me happy, but I wasn't. Not at all. You see, I never got to see my parents or play with other kids, there was always this aura around that made me feel like I had to do something great. But I didn't want to do anything "great" per say, but there was something I wanted to do. I wanted to help people. I saw how people were suffering all over the world, and yet no one did anything. I decided this when I was 8. When I was 11 my parents were killed in a car crash, and I was sent to live with my uncle. My uncle didn't want me, he wanted nothing to do with me, and so he sent me off to boarding school. There I was an outcast, so I made the best of it. I wrote in a journal to get my feelings out. One day my language teacher caught me writing in it, and she told me to stay after class. I was so worried that she would be angry. She was slightly, but after she read it, she told me I had a gift, that I should keep writing. So I went to college to get a degree in Journalism. Through that I met a man by the name of Nathan Herro. He showed me that through writing you could help people, just like I always wanted to. So that's what I do, I help people."
"Logan how come you never told me this story?" Max asked
"You never asked"
