Don't go to School!

"Hey, remember me?"

Logan's POV

I woke up super early today! I couldn't wait to see Joey and Monica! They were my everything!

I threw my suitcase in the car along with my mother's. I jumped into the passenger seat.

I turned on the rock station on the radio. My mom's and my eyes caught each others. One of the best songs ever was playing. "Chalk Outline" by Three Days Grace. We sang along to every damn lyric. Our day got even better when "Someone Anyone" played by Anberlin.

Finally, we arrived. It was eleven eighteen A.M. when we arrived. I leaped over the stairs and made it to the door.

I knocked on the door eagerly. And a girl's beautiful face that I never forgot appeared. Looks like she didn't forget me either. Her face was full of shock and excitement. "LOGAN!!!" she screamed, jumping into my strong arms. Her tiny ones wrapped them selves around my neck as I picked her up. "I missed you!" she cried.

"Hey! Big girls don't cry Monica!" I said. "I missed you too pumpkin!"

"I'm not a big girl!" she cried.

"Oh, yes you are!" I said. "How's Joey?"

"Joey? Oh! He's home right now!" She's lying! He cant! He's supposed to be in a coma! Unless he's out?

I ran into Joey's bedroom. "Joey!" I yelled excitedly. Nobody was in there.

"That's Joey's old bedroom!" said Monica. What?! Where's his at?

"Oh, well how 'bout you tell Logan where his is at?" I asked. Hurry up! I'm excited. Wait no! Take your time! My lil sister takes as much time as she needs!

"He's in your old bedroom." she said. Say what?

I ran into my old room. There he sat, with his black hair and black eyes, my brother Joey.

I took a deep breathe.

"JOEY!!!" I yelled so loud it scared him. I smiled. He stopped sitting. "Hey, remember me?"

Just under five seconds, he was in my arms.

"What's wrong, other than me being here?" I asked.

He looked up. "Dad died on his birthday." Oh, well, maybe his time came.

"You sure he died, or was he murdered by that stupid old lady?" I asked. Probably murdered by her.

"Oh, no. She's dead too! She died after you left!" he said.

Karma.

"Woah. Who's taking care of you then?" I asked. He's not eighteen, so he can't take care of Monica!

"No one." he whispered.

Just then, my foster mom came in. Was she eavesdropping?

"Well, you're gonna stay with me then." she said with a smile. "Start packing. We leave tomorrow." No way! She's serious! Oh yeah! Now I can show off my ridiculous brother at school.

It took a while, but soon we were all done packing. We went back home.

Today was Sunday. I have one more day until I go back to school. My brother and I discussed and read Mr. Fear's secrets.

But there was one damn problem. Haha. Soo funny how one thing can ruin everything else.

It was fucking coded! I mean like why the fuck would you do that?! Ugh. We would spend all day figuring out what these mean.

So that's the story of how we spent all fucking day trying to decode this crap- and became empty handed.

We went to bed in the same room. I pulled off my shirt and put on some sleek shorts before going to bed. But before the dream world took over, I saw Joey copying, with a smirk. "Copy cat!" I yelled at him.

The bright sun hit me in the eyes and told me it was time to wake up. I got out of bed and pulled on some tight black pants and a tight white shirt. I walked outside and something told me I should put a jacket on too. So I put on a black jacket and spiked my hair up.

I turned around and saw Joey doing the same. I couldn't help but smile. We did the same things.

Monica ran in and asked what we were wearing. She ran out and came back in wearing the same clothing. We all grinned and went down for breakfast.

Like always, I get food first. Why you ask? Because those monsters wanna copy me.

I made myself bacon, toast, and orange juice. I sat down and waited for Joey and Monica to notice that there wasn't any food left.

"Mommy! There's no food!" whined Monica. She looked at me with sad blue eyes. "Where'd you get the food at?" she asked.

"Logan!" scolded my mother. "Why didn't you make food for the youngsters?" she asked.

"Because they know how to make it! They watch me every day, making it!" I whined like a five year old. I stuck my bottom lip out.

"Fine! I'll make it!" she said. As soon as she turned around, I smirked. Works every time. "Okay! So what do you want to eat?" she asked Monica and Joey.

They look over to me. They frowned seeing my plate was finished. "I don't know!" whined Monica.

"Me neither!" whined Joey. I smiled.

"Well, I'm going to school!" I announced. My mother had a cold hard look on her face.

"Oh hell no! You're walking with Joey!" she said.

"WHAT?! SCHOOL IS THREE HOURS AWAY!!!" I screamed.

"WHAT?! I AIN'T WALKING THREE HOURS!!!" screamed Joey. Monica screamed too. She didn't even know what the fuck was going on!

"Stop screaming this instant!" ordered our mother. "Logan and Joey, you are walking. I will drive Monica." What the fuck?!

"She can ride the damn bus! Her school is down the street!" I complained.

"Back talking?" asked my mother. "You're grounded." she stated.

I growled, scaring the fuck out of Monica.

"Logan's scaring me, mommy!" she cried. Letting her tears fall.

My mother gave me a cold hard stare. I grabbed Joey and dragged him into our room. "Well we better leave now! Cause we are already five minutes late!" I yelled.

"Calm down!" instructed Joey. "Look! You've changed. I don't know what has gotten in you. You're not the same brother and friend I had before. You just yelled at Monica! How could you? We were all best friends and never yelled at one another." he said sadly.

I had one thing to say. Now I wish I'd never said that!

"Maybe I've grown some hate on you guys." I said. Tears filled Joey's eyes.

"Wha-wha-at?" he stuttered as he cried. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, well let's see. You guys copy me! I have an enormous anger issue with that!" I snapped. Leave me alone! Damn. Is that too much to ask? "I've gotta go now. We're gonna be late!"

No more words were said. I grabbed my book bag and left, with Joey following. It's gonna be a long day ahead of me.