The Problem Solvers Club

Part 17

Logan

School sucks. I can't stop the thought as it runs through my head, the words feeling wrong, yet very, very right. The teacher stands at the front of the classroom, droning on about Chinese philosophies or something like that. Nothing I find remotely interesting. I try to keep my eyes open to no avail, eyelids fluttering shut.

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"Logan!" I hear someone says behind me, a pencil stabbing into my back. I open one of my eyes a crack, seeing a very pissed Keira fill my vision. "Get up, class is over." I blink, pushing myself into an upright position and stretching. My whole body feels like it's made of rubber and I collapse back into my chair. "Come on!"

A shock goes through my body as Keira snatches my arm and pulls me out of the chair. "Hey!" She drags me out of the room, pushing me into the hallway. "Geez, stop it."

"I'm just trying to make sure you're not late to the club meeting again," says Keira, sighing in frustration. She runs her fingers through her hair uncomfortably and bites her lip. I can't help but feel a little uncomfortable as well. Keira never does stuff like this. "Are we going or not?" She fiddles with the bottom of her top, pulling it down a little.

"Are you alright?" Keira blinks in surprise when I ask this, looking at me with a guilty expression. She stops her fidgeting and puts her hand to her sides as if she'd been defeated.

"Did I really make it that obvious?"

"Yeah."

She smiles a little, a sad smile, and turns, walking off down the hall toward the clubroom. Confused, I run after her. "Just some stupid kids calling me names, nothing you need to worry about." As she says this I stop, letting the words sink in. Keira stops as well, turning around in surprise.

"You know that's bullying, right?"

"Hey, it's okay. I don't really care, they were just a little rude. They didn't lay a hand on me, just said stupid shit. Plus, it's not like I care about what they say." And yet you still pull on your shirt. "Don't worry about it."

"If that's what you want."

"It is."

"Then I won't worry." Keira nods at me, another smile coming onto her face. "Shall we go? Rory's probably feeling better." And so we do.