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Logan felt somewhat overwhelmed while standing next to the tall boys that were in front of him. They clearly were far older than he was which scared the tiny child. Without saying anything else, Logan took the jacket off and ran as far away as he possibly could from the other kids. He could feel a few warm tears well up in his eyes, though he couldn't put his finger on the reason as to why they were forming. Probably due to the fact he had just ran away from the only people who ever gave him a second look. The brunette secretly wished that he still had his jacket, because the coldness in the air was beginning to become unbearable for his weak body.

He kept running, somewhere the thought of school made it into his mind and he found himself in front of the large building, the window frames painted red for some color, but that only reminded him of another type of red he saw daily. The liquid kind. Logan looked behind him, seeing the boys running down the street. They had to be older than him. Maybe...6th grade? Well he certainly didn't want to find out. Ever since his parents had started to ignore him or worse when they weren't ignoring him, yell at him, Logan had developed issues. A lot of issues. He was incredibly shy, nervous, paranoid; anxious...the list went on and on. The littlest 8 year old in the whole school, not just in height or weight, but age since his birthday was September 14th, just two weeks before the cut off, slipped into the school building, hoping today, he wouldn't get any trouble.

Logan tried as hard as possible to lay low and be quiet as the morning passed. He didn't mind the work time in classes at school, simply because nobody could bother him during then. He was terrified of lunch though. It was a part of the day where the older kids were mixed in with the younger kids, and that's what feared the small boy the most. He knew that some of the 6th graders liked to pick on the third graders, and he was an easy target being the youngest and smallest of them all. The bell rang for lunch and Logan began to feel uneasy with complete worry. He hoped deep down that nobody would bother him, but something else in his mind told himself that it wouldn't end up that way.

Logan looked at the few pieces of metal in his hand. 65 cents. How was he meant to buy his lunch with 65 cents? The milk alone was $2.50 and he didn't even have enough for that. Well, he should be used to it, he hasn't eaten anything for about a week and even then all he has was a slice of stale bread. It's not like if he did have enough money he'd eat anyway, any food at the moment always made him throw up. He found himself sitting aimlessly on a table by himself near the back of the room. Looking around, he spotted the three boys from earlier who also seemed to be looking around for something. Or someone. But his view was suddenly blocked by three towering figures, built like brick walls. Jason Malvorne and his two sidekicks, Andy Hills and Tom Carter, stood before him, smirking down at him. They were easily the biggest bullies in the school and they were in 6th grade.
"Hey Logeek, how's it going?" Jason sneered. Logan said nothing. He never did. "Come on guys, why don't we give little Logan here a lesson since he seems to love them soo much!" He addresses the others as he pulls Logan out of the cafeteria and towards the boy's toilets. Help me Logan thought.

Logan began to feel panic. He wanted someone to jump out and help him, though he doubted that anyone would even care enough to do that. Jason, Tom, and Andy giggled at the fact Logan was squirming and whimpering at the moment. How could someone ever be that cold hearted?

"You crying, dork?" Jason growled.

Logan again was paralyzed by fear and kept silent.

"Answer him, nerd!" Tom budded in.

Logan still was too scared to reply. Instead more wining and sobs came out.

"Loser." Andy grumbled under his breathe.

Suddenly, Logan looked up to see that they were now in the boy's bathroom. That place disgusted him to no end. Between the chipped paint on the walls all the way to the dirty sinks...it was just...eww. Logan cringed due to the sight, causing the boys to once again have an uproar of laughter. The raven haired boy's tiny body quivered with worry as he was slammed into a bathroom stall, causing the plastic door to swing open. He wanted to do something, but at this moment, he felt so incredibly hopeless.

"Hey, Logeek, you look like you need a wash" Andy snarled.

"Yeah you smell! Do you live in a dustbin or something?" Tom added.

Logan sniffed. He knew he didn't look or smell good. That's what happens when your parents don't pay the water bills and it gets shut off. He could only wash himself with the bucket that he put in the small yard and the rainwater it collected. Considering there hadn't been any rain for a while, he hadn't been able to wash. He was also stuck with the same t-shirt and pants as he had no other clothes. The only variation was the five pairs of underwear he had. His clothes only got washed with rainwater as well. He looked grubby, he smelt grubby and he felt grubby too. The three bullies were laughing as unbeknownst to Logan, he had started silently crying.

"C'mon then, time for your wash!" Jason bellowed as he shoved Logan down to his knees in front of the grime covered toilet.

He grabbed the back of Logan's head, pinching and twisting the hair making Logan yelp. Logan himself knew what was coming. He tried everything to get out of his grip, but felt his head getting lower and lower. Then, before he could prepare himself, he was shoved under the water. He thrashed and kicked, spluttering and losing the little air he had saved. They weren't bringing him up, he needed air, he needed to breathe. He suddenly felt extremely light headed, becoming dizzy even though he wasn't spinning around. Then, just as he was about to pass out:

"Hey! What are you doing? Leave him alone!" the voice was muffled, but he could tell it wasn't Jason, Tom or Andy.

He was flung out of the toilet and into the wall of the cubicle, gasping and choking for all the sweet, sweet air he could gather. His oxygen deprived lungs ached with the pressure, but he continued to take it in. Then he was aware of three presences in front of him. Not the bullies, but the boys from this morning. Their faces appeared concerned and they were waving their hands in front of his face.

"Hey! Kid are you ok? Can you hear me?" the tallest asked, his long, brown locks perfectly styled.

"I'm not sure he's with us. He was practically drowned! When I get my hands on those bullies, they'll see how it feels to be shoved into a toilet!" the blonde seethed.

"Should we take him to the nurse?" the smallest of the three asked, the helmet wearing one.

"Yeah, let's dry him off first though" the blonde replied as him and the tallest went to get paper towels.

Logan took this as his chance. He didn't want anyone, especially these scary 6th grade boys, knowing all of his secrets, all of his home life and problems. He stood, shakily but fast and dizzily ran to the door, ignoring the shouts from the boys behind him. No one could find out what was going on and as much as he wanted it, no one could help him.

"Why does he keep running away from us?" Carlos asked.

"I really don't know." Kendall shrugged.

"Guys, we have to get back to class...lunch was over 5 minutes ago!" James budded in.

Kendall and Carlos nodded as they followed James out of the bathroom and down the big halls. Kendall's mind wandered as they made their way back to class. He was so worried for that little kid...there was something not right with him, and Kendall was curious to find out what. Why would a little 8-year-old be so quiet and nervous all the time? Something wasn't adding up there.

"Boys...why are you late?" Mrs. Kohler, their Reading/Writing Workshop teacher questioned.

Carlos, James and Kendall all looked at each other, for a second they wanted to tell Mrs. Kohler. She had to one of the nicest teachers in the building. She always listened when something happened, and no matter what it was, she'd try to help rather than just yelling like other teachers.

"...I-I really don't wanna talk about it." Kendall sighed.

"Ok, well, if you want to later...let me know." Mrs. Kohler replied and then turned back to the board to continue writing some notes down.

Kendall sat down at his seat to be bombarded with questions by the other people at his table.

"Wait so what happened?" Anthony asked.

"Yeah, why don'tcha wanna talk about it?" Michael added.

"Are you ok?" Ryan continued.

"Guys...it's nothing...really, I just didn't want to tell Mrs. Kohler."

"Oh." The others moaned.

Kendall couldn't focus the rest of the day, so he was thrilled to finally hear the bell ring. The blonde met up with his friends and they began their walk home from school. James and Carlos looked a little bit unfocused as well...they clearly were all thinking the same thing. Where was that little kid?

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~EMiLY and SwagUPWindowsDOWN