Michael
Today is Friday. It's been three days since me and the whole town found out about Logan's disappearance. I'm strangely a mess, not seeing her gracefully walk through the halls, keeping to herself. It's really rough.
How do I finally talk to a girl that I like, just to find out the next day she's been kidnapped?
I don't understand this cruel world.
Why couldn't it have been some other girl, far away from here?
Why the most quiet and innocent one from my school?
I stand at my locker and stare across the hall at Logan's locker. I've been sulking over her every since I found out that I was the last person who saw her. I could've walked her home and prevented all this shit, but I had to go with my so called friends. I sigh quietly, walking to my next class with flyers in my hands, as the talk with Mrs. Browning and the police flooded back through my mind.
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Flashback
I sit on the Browning's couch shifting uncomfortably. I feel it was more of an interrogation than an interview/witness type thing. Mrs. Browning put her hand on my shoulder, and I look over at her and she speaks softly to me.
"Just try to relax. We're all on edge, but the best thing for us all is to just keep calm. The worse part is over, okay honey?" I take a deep breath and nod. She smiled softly and moved her hand, running it through her hair. She turns to me and smile sadly.
"I'm so sorry about all of this, we've been so happy that you that you saw Logan before she was-" I nod my head as she stops. Mrs. Browning doesn't like to talk about Logan being kidnapped, so she never used the word. She smiled at me for understanding and continue.
"That we didn't even get a chance to get your name." I chuckle softly and run my fingers through my hair.
"That's okay, I understand. My name is Michael Jackson." Mrs. Browning's eyes light up and she giggles loudly. She look so happy when she's giggling, the happiest I've seen her and she hold up one finger telling me to hold on and she gets up from the couch and went upstairs. Soon, she came back down with a journal and sit down next to me. She softly rubs her hands over it and speak.
"This is Logan's journal. She takes it everywhere with her. It's full of all these drawings and sayings, almost like a diary, except she shows it to me from time to time. It was in her bag that you found on the street. She recently wrote in it and I saw this one. God, when we find her I hope she doesn't be upset. Anyway, take a look at page 33." She hands me the journal and I take it and started flipping the pages.
21, 25, 27, 31... 33.
I opened it up and in big bold letters at the top of the page was my name. I crack a smile and started reading.
Michael Jackson 🖤
'He is the most perfect guy I've ever laid eyes on. He talks with so much maturity and power. He's almost too perfect to be true. I stare at him occasionally in awe, I really hope he doesn't notice, then he'd really think I'm a weirdo like the rest of his so called friends. But today made me think otherwise. This morning on the bus he talked to me, and saved me from a bruise on my ass lol. But when he actually talked to me, it was like I was talking to an angel. He's so sweet and gentle, I feel bad that he's so nice to me. I bet he gets shit from the Fucked Up 4 . I really hope him being nice and talking to me doesn't ruin his reputation. If so, he shouldn't talk to me anymore... but I hope he does keep talking to me, cause he's actually one person in the school I could see myself being friends with and possibly something more.' 🖤
When I finish reading it, I'm smiling so big it hurts and tears are burning behind my eyes. It's sad to see Logan's feelings about me and not be able to tell her she's wrong and right. I'd never stop talking to her for a reputation and I could definitely see us being more than friends too. I look up at Mrs. Browning and she's smiling sadly at me. She reach for the journal and as I look down to close it and give it to her, I saw one sentence that made my blood freeze from head to toe. I frown and read it out loud.
"Blonde creepy weirdo guy staring at me and freaking me out more than the usual..." Mrs. Browning snatch the journal from me and read it more to herself. Her hand flies to her mouth and she gasp.
"I didn't see this earlier." Her lips quiver. The policeman who had just interviewed me came over and towered us and looks at me.
"Do you have any idea who Logan might have been talking about?" He asks and I shrug, shaking my head.
"There's a lot of creepy blonde guys at our school." The policeman nods and announced he was leaving and would be back later. I stare at the sentence and jump up, turning to Mrs. Browning.
"Do you have Logan's school pictures from this year?" I ask and she nods, walking over to the fireplace and grab the biggest picture of Logan's school picture. Mrs. Browning hugs it to her and then she gives it to me. I kiss her cheek and thank her, shake Mr. Browning's hand and head for the door.
"Don't worry, I think I'm onto something." They wave as I left jogging to the library.
It was time to make some hardcore flyers and find Logan sooner.
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Far Away
Mystery / ThrillerI breathed heavily as my feet slammed against the wet concrete. I didn't know how long I'd been running, but I wasn't going to stop until I was far away. Far away from that house, far away from that clock, far away from that room. And far away from...
