Well I havent updated in a while. But dont blame me. Blame final exams, soccer, track, yearbook committe, peer to peer and my idiot friends.

Chapter 17*takes place at age 11

The following plot was submitted by almost everyone.

Its the most wonderful time of the year, isnt it?

The time when snow falls rapidly from the sky, covering the trees outside your bedroom window, creating a beautiful scene to glance at.

The time when families sit around the fireplace sharing stories.

The time when songs are sung and musicals are put on at schools.

The time when snowmen are built, the hockey rinks are filled, and closets are filled with hats and winter jackets.

The time when children awake at the crack of dawn to find what miracles await for them under the tree.

...The time when your father is on a buisness trip halfway across the country. Yeah.

Young Logan Mitchell sits on his front steps in the cold, scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and hat placed firmly on his head. He fiddles with his scarf, then buttons up his flammel winter jacket when the winds begin to pick up. The young genuis admires the white gust wailing the air infront of him, and sighs. Worst Christmas ever.

Carlos and Kendall were both at family's houses for the holidays. Meanwhile, Logan could see James and his cousins playing inside his house. Logan sighed even deeper, this time tears rising in his eyes and filling to the rim. Before Logan knew it, he was sobbing silently into his jacket.

"Logan?"

He quickly shot his head up, sniffling and wiping tears. Trying to compose himself, Logan met eyes with James.

"James?"

"Yeah..Logie.." James took a seat down next to his shorter friend, zipping up his jacket. "What are you doing out here?"

The raven haired boy sniffled. "Nothing..it..it's nothing."

James put his arm around Logan. "Come on.. tell me. It's Christmas, and you're sitting out here in the cold, crying!"

In response, Logan buried his head in James' shoulder. "I dont have anyone to spend Christmas with." He admitted sheepishly.

James gave him an apathetic look that couldve just killed him right there. Logan had that scared, lost look to his eyes again. The one that was always there, but this time it was more noticable. "Where's your dad?"

He shook his head. "Work."

The pretty boy sighed, but as soon as he saw two of his cousins come rushing out of his house, a light bulb went off in his head.

"Hey!" James suggested. "Why dont you come play with my family and I?"

Logan's face lit up. "Really?"

"Yeah!"

"You sure I wont be like a burden or anything?"

"No! Not at all! Come on, you'll love my cousins."

Logan smiled, that look in his eyes dimming down. "Okay. Thanks James."

"Hey, what are friends for?" James smiled back, putting an arm around Logan, and the two walked off into James' house, the sweet smell of Christmas already in the air.

It really was the most wonderful of the year.

Short and sweet. Review please?