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Last time, Logan stormed out of his History class.
For a good reason, though.
Nobody cares about Christmas, you, me and Logan can see that.
Maybe Logan can get through to the others and show them how fun Christmas really is!
Let's hope so.
On with the story then!
Logan paced back and forth, tuning his guitar. He was fuming. How could no one care about Christmas at all? It was a disgrace.
Logan was a traveller. He had been to many countries, many cities, towns and villages. All had their own culture and way of doing things. But none were as bad as Christmas Town. They had no spirit, no fun and no sense of community. Christmas was when you all came together and celebrated as one big family. This place had small groups of people that stayed segregated from the rest.
He needed to think of a way to bring everyone together and make them enjoy Christmas again. But what? What was big enough and important enough for the whole town to want to come? What would get them off their butts, out of their houses and joining in?
Logan sighed. He couldn't think now. No, he would do that later. Now, he was going to sing and see if he could bring at least a little bit of cheer to the towns people. There was quite a lot of people walking around, some running even. Logan hoped that it was because they were getting Christmas trees or hurrying to get Christmas lights, but he knew that they were most likely going to or coming home from work. School wasn't out just yet so he would have to waits for the kids to come by. Only about half an hour to go.
Logan wasn't proud of storming out of school like he did. He knew he was most likely going to get punished with detentions when he went back. But that History teacher was just so annoying. Why couldn't they learn about Christmas? Why was the thought of the holiday just pushed to the side, instead of being shared so that little ones could have a better knowledge of the cheerful time? Well, Christmas round here certainly wasn't cheerful. Not in the slightest. But hopefully, with some encouragement and a little Christmas spirit, they could learn to love it like they once did.
The brunette boy glanced up from what he was doing, guitar pick in his mouth, when he felt a presence in front of him. There stood the little lady from before. Her grey hair was blowing gently in the breeze and she smiled up at him with gleaming blue eyes. He smiled back and took the pick out from his mouth, letting his guitar fall from his hands and hang comfortably around his neck.
"Hello again" he greeted with a grin.
"Hello dear. It's nice to see you haven't given up yet. I know many boys like you that would have thrown the sock in the day after they started."
"Not me."
The woman chuckled. "No, not you. And I know why."
At this Logan looked confused. What did she mean?
"I've met your father." She said knowingly.
Logan was at first a little shocked. She said she had met his father. Where had this all come from?
"I'm afraid you might have mistaken me for someone else." He told her politely, trying to see if there was anything he could recognise about her. And apart from seeing her the other night, there wasn't.
"No, not at all. I may look like a batty old woman, but I know when I am right. Your father came to me one evening when I was a little girl. We didn't have much, just a little house with one small room for my parents and 6 children. I had almost lost all hope, but then he came."
"Are you saying what I think you are?" Logan asked breathily.
The wise woman nodded. She chuckled again.
"You're just like him. Kind, generous, always happy no matter what. Your father made me realise that Christmas wasn't a time to be sad. Instead we should be happy for what we had."
Logan smiled at that, waiting for her to go on.
"I had always wanted better life for my family. My little brothers were suffering from pneumonia and my elder sisters were too weak to move. I was somehow the fittest amongst my small family. My mother was depressed and miserable and my father couldn't work due to being crippled. That night I told your father that I wanted them to be happier, to have better lives and live with no suffering."
"Did my father help?" Logan hoped that he had, he was notorious for such.
She smiled.
"May they rest in peace."
Logan now understood what she meant. Her family were suffering and the only way to help was to end it. Logan knew his father had a reason and he would have tried his best to find another way, but they must have been too far gone.
"And I'm so happy that you're here. Trying to make a difference and help all these people, just like your father did. Just like he is continuing to do in many ways."
Logan blushed; he had never been one for compliments.
"You do realise that he's not actually my father. He's just the closest thing I have." Logan admitted, feeling bad for saying to this lady that the man was his father, when he wasn't.
"Of course. He may not be your father Logan, but he and you are so alike."
"H-how did you know my name?"
Her eyes sparkled, making them light up as little flakes of snow started to fall.
"Your father. He still comes to see me sometimes. Checking up on me and making sure I'm well. I always make sure the whiskey is stocked up though, that and-"
"Chocolate chip cookies?" Logan finished her sentence for her, not even needing an answer.
"Oh Logan, I do hope you succeed, dear. You deserve a good ending before you have to go."
Logan nodded. "I hope so. But I'm starting to get sick. Coughing too."
Her smile fell and she noticed how much paler he looked since she had last seen him. His eyes had sunken in to his thinning face and his eyes held a hint of pain and discomfort.
"I can't go before I'm done here. I...I don't want to go at all." the boy in front of her looked so small and vulnerable. She knew he had a great responsibility upon his shoulders and he never backed down from anything. Now she could see that underneath the sensible, practical and strong exterior, he was just like a normal teenager.
"Oh honey..." she stepped forwards and wrapped her bony arms around him. Logan had never experienced this before, but it was something he craved. He let his walls collapse for once and a few tears slipped out of his big brown eyes and onto the sidewalk, freezing the moment they hit the ground. He didn't cry for long, but the kind old woman still comforted him.
"Thank you, I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"
"Oh nonsense, dear." She waved off his apology with her hand "everyone needs to cry sometimes. It's what makes us human."
"But-"Logan protested.
"I don't care what you think, it's what makes us human...even you."
Logan smiled and wiped the rest of his tears away, gripping onto his guitar again.
"Anyway, I'll leave you to it. I know you'll succeed Logan. And if you don't, you shouldn't worry about it. You're already changing this town. So don't worry."
Logan watched as she started to make her way back down the street, when a thought came into his mind.
"Wait! I never got to know your name!" he called. The old woman turned around and smiled.
"Noël" she smiled and then she rounded the corner.
Logan looked on even after she had disappeared around the corner. He smiled to himself again and decided on one thing.
He was definitely not going to go before he had completed what he had to do.
So what can you guess from this part of the story?
A lot of things happened in this chapter. Maybe a few of you clever ones will be closer to guessing what is happening in this story.
Anyway, I shall let you get along with whatever you have to do.
There's certainly a lot to do before the big day!
So for now,
I bid you a good day and night.
So, I don't know if you saw them, but there were A LOT of hints in this chapter as to what Logan could possibly be OR to what he is here for.
I would love to know what you think he is and everyone who has guessed are very good at it. I'm not saying if any of you are right or not, but I'll just say some of you are VERY close!
So please review, they are like gold to me. I love to see what you think!
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