It's been a week and a half since my journey in New York. I can't get Logan off of my mind. To be honest with you, it's quite pathetic. I pretend that I see him everywhere, and I have conversations with him in my head. I seriously thought that I was losing my mind or something.
But school went on. I have fairly good grades, which is very good due to the ADHD thing. You see, TECHNICALLY I have ADHD, and I'm SUPPOSED to be medicated, but I don't see why. The medication doesn't have any effect on me whatsoever. I actually think that whoever diagnosed me with ADHD just wants an excuse to have me medicated. And it doesn't work: once I saw that the results were nonexistent, I stopped taking them, instead stashing them in a box in my room. However, over the course of a couple years I've needed about 10 more shoeboxes to store all of my pills. Calista, seeing my stash, joked about how the police would consider me a drug dealer if they ever saw the mountain of boxes filled to the brim with pills. But I still refuse to take them. I actually felt better, not as tired, when I didn't take them.
As always, my mom didn't make me anything for breakfast. She probably left around 5:00, so I really don't blame her. Instead, I took out my cereal, poured some milk, and ate at the table. It's quite sad, but I've never seen the dining table full. When I was little, I used to fill all of the seats with stuffed animals and pretend they were my family. But even the 5-year-old version of me knew that it was unrealistic.
I left my house and went to my bus stop, which was about a mile away from my house. I got on the bus, and wasn't surprised to see that everyone except the driver (thank god) was sound asleep. I sat in the front seat and immediately started drifting into sleep. In an hour, the bus driver honked to symbol that we arrived at the school.
So there I was, first period of the day, in animal science. It's a pretty fun class: I mean, who wouldn't want to go to a class where you always go visit the animals? Anyways, my teacher decided to let us go free around the farm and visit whichever animal we want. I decided to visit my favorite horse: Ebony.
Pure black and around 6 years old, Ebony was just about the sweetest mare on the planet. I felt as if I could read her mind. I was the only person she'd ever let ride her, and I've never even taken horseback riding lessons. As I stroked her mane, I heard a bell: crap! I was late for 2nd period! I ran full speed to the classroom, where I grabbed my bag and left. I still had to run to the main building, which was maybe a two minute run. I entered my Spanish class panting, just before the final bell rang.
2nd and 3rd period flew by. Spanish and geometry were just too easy, I just have to remind myself to take it seriously. 4th period was just about my favorite class in the world: global civilization.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking: wow, she's such a nerd for loving history. But in all reality, we only learn about one major civilization: Greece. My teacher, Mr. Stack, is, well, what you call an "interesting" person. He's awesome: he worked as a roof tiler for five years until going to college and getting a degree in teaching. He's absolutely sure in fate. In fact, he told us this story about him letting fate guide him while driving: he only took left turns. And, ironically enough, he ended up at his favorite restaurant. Oh yeah, and he can always relate everything to food. We once had a quiz solely on the diet of Ancient Greece, which is, apparently, considered an epicurean delight (whatever that means).
Today, we were learning about Ancient Greek mythology. I already knew everything, but I still paid attention. For all I know, there could be a lore that I never read before. But there was no such case.
The day flew after that, and I was finally on my way home. I was on the bus, dazing, when I looked out the window. There was an old brick building that was used for offices for some real estate company. Nothing new. But as I looked closer, I noticed a figure lurking on the side of the building. I honestly think it was fate that I looked up at that exact moment, because I saw knew who the figure was. I was one that I can't get off my mind. Crouching behind the old brick building was no other than Logan himself.
"STOP THE BUS!" I screeched. My bus driver had a heart attack, but did as I said. "I'll get off here, thanks." It was crazy, but I just had to know. I ran off the bus and towards the building, everyone else on the bus staring at me as if I lost my mind. Then the bus driver came back to her senses, closed the doors, and drove away. I guess she thought that I wouldn't let myself get hurt, and that I knew my surroundings well enough to find my way home.
"LOGAN!" He couldn't hear me: I was still too far away. Looking the other way, he was focusing his attention on something else. Looming in front of him was a massive object, way larger than any human being. Out of nowhere, a shiny mass glinted in the sun: a knife. He stabbed it into the creature, who gave a hideous shriek and just dissolved. This couldn't be happening. But yet again it couldn't be ADHD: it doesn't make you imagine things, can it? Anyways, Logan just looked around to make sure that there was nothing else surrounding him and took off, heading towards a side street that probably led to the beach.
After searching for hours, it started to get dark. I went on the bus to a place about a mile from my house. Then, I walked home. When I came home, my mom was gone: of course. She's the head of the Maritime Aquarium in Norwalk, and always gets stuck in meetings. I went upstairs to do my homework: since it was nine, it was too late to eat or anything like that. After doing all of my homework, I took a shower and mulled over the event. I figured I just lost my mind: I was thinking of him, and what I thought I witnessed was just a figment of my imagination. As I lay in bed, I knew that it was irrational, and stupid, and so many other words that I could spend eternity listing all of them, but I just knew in my heart that it wasn't one word: fake. Logan was here. In Milford. And I'm not going to let him go again that easily.