The World is Ugly, but You are Beautiful to Me

Chapter 4

I wake up the next morning fully energized and ready to tackle whatever heads my way. I really am hoping on seeing Logan. At first, I had planned on taking a walk around the town, but how would I know where to find him? We didn’t make any real plans, and I don’t know his phone number, or even his last name. I sigh. Maybe things weren’t as great as I thought. 

        Well, at least today is the last day of break. Tomorrow is back to school, where I can see my new friend. I sigh and get ready to go out. 

        It’s 2013, but I don’t understand the reason to celebrate. The stores are most likely crowded, but I decide to head out and shop anyways. I could use some new attire for school. 

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I come back after a few hours. I went to several of my favorite stores in the plaza and got a few cute outfits. Sadly, there was no sign of Logan. I show my mum what I purchased and recieve a smile of approval. 

        The rest of the day is quite a bore. 

        After dinner, I head out to the streets of London once again. My last hope is to meet Logan at the coffee shop. I push open the double doors and find myself in a beloved place. Instead of the usual, today I order hot cocoa and a warm pastry. 

        I sit in silence, enjoying the dessert and anticipating Logan’s arrival. The clock strikes eight. Around the time he appeared yesterday. I sip my chocolate slowly, trying to make it last until he comes. 

        Although, when thirty minutes pass, I begin to lose my patience. Maybe he isn’t coming. I decide to give Logan another fifteen minutes. 

        Those fifteen minutes were the longest of my life. 

        When they finally arrived, Logan didn’t join them. Maybe I was dreaming yesterday. Disappointed, I get up and head home. 

        As I round the first corner, I bump into something- no, someone. They are larger than me, but not by much. 

        “Oh, I’m so sorry,” I mumble. I look up to take a view of who I hit, but my eyes haven’t adjusted to the dark yet.

        “It’s all good, Katharine,” chuckles a familiar voice. 

        “Logan?” I ask. 

        He nods, questioning, “Where are you heading?”

        “I was at the coffee shop. But I left and was on my way home. But I’m in no rush if you want to hang out,’’ I reply. 

        He motions for me to sit on a bench beside him. “I’m really nervous about school,” Logan confesses. 

        “Don’t be,” I tell him. “Most people are really nice. I’m sure you’ll find friends right away. And I’ll show you around. Maybe we’ll even have classes together.” 

        This brings him a smile. 

        We chat for a while then go our separate ways. I discovered that we’d be on the same bus. 

        My grin is huge. This isn’t a dream, it’s real.