Lonley But Not Alone

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     "The worst feeling isn't being lonely, but being forgotten by someone you can't forget."

• Logan's P

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• Logan's P.O.V. •
I woke up to a surrounding that I'm not used to. I turn towards the clock which reads 5:57AM; I have 33 minutes before I have to get up to get ready for my first day at my new school...great. I couldn't fall back asleep so I just stared at the ceiling of my new room thinking to myself  'why did we have to move?'.

     My parents and I arrived to our new home in Tulsa, Oklahoma last night. We moved from the beautiful sunshine in Palm Beach, Florida, where the beach was right out our back door. When I asked my dad why we moved he just gave the most bland answer; "Because I said so." What an eye roll a response like that is. We left behind so many friends and family members and now I have to start all over at my new school. I didn't get a chance to explore around so I have no idea how I'm going to get to where I need to go.

-beep-beep-beep- I turned off the alarm and sat at the edge of my bed.

    Well, here goes nothing. I get up and walk over to my closet pick out my outfit; I decided with a pink button down. I then went to my dresser and grabbed a pair of black leggings, a bra, underwear, and socks. I went into the bathroom to freshen up and make myself look alive again.

"Logan!" My mother called.

"What?" I responded, I was finishing up with curling my hair when she interrupted. I didn't like my mom but it's okay because she hates me.

"Get your ass to school! If your late, there will be consequences." I just rolled my eyes at that.

     I finished my hair, put my converses on, grabbed my bag and headed for the door. I didn't bother saying bye, it's not like they're going to miss me or anything.

     I didn't know where I was going but I started walking like I did anyway. I hope I find other kids who looked like they were going to school so that I could just follow them, in the mean time I just took in my surroundings, pointing out different things along the way so that I could remember how to get home. I have to walk 6 houses down to get to the end of the street where the pink house sits. I keep following the beaten up side walk until I finally see three other kids walking on the other side of the street. I decide to just stay on my side, I didn't want to seem so vulnerable since I was new.

Once we reached, well I reached, the school I walked into the courtyard. You can definitely see the division in cliques which just seemed like there was mainly two. Half the court yard was filled with preppy looking kids, most of them wearing light colored clothes that looked clean cut and sharp. The other half was filled with kids in leather jackets and greased up hair, some look troubled and some look like they are trouble. Everyone else was just little outsiders that you don't seem to notice.

As I was walking towards the sign that said main office, I passed by a group of the more nicely dressed group of boys.

"Hey, are you trying to find someone?" One of the boys asked as he walked over to me. He had curly, brunette hair and chocolate brown eyes and light olive toned skin. He was wearing a red shirt and pressed tan pants with a nice pair of docksiders to pull together the look.

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