All Chapters of Logan (Book 1): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The car had flipped so many times that I had become disorientated before I could even sustain the concussion that had me drift in and out of consciousness; my little body could not handle the impact. I jumped in my booster seat. My bones and muscles and joints, and insides felt like they were being crumbled and smashed into a tiny box. My torso and head pressed hard against the windshield while my arms and legs flailed. I don't even know if it's still bright outside. I was fleetingly aware that the bloody taste in my mouth made me cringe at the flavor. At times my eyelids fluttered, and I thought about what had just happened.Why the pain? Oh, why so much pain?I cried out to my mom, "Mommy?" No answer. "Daddy?" no reply from him too. I sobbed, crying out for them and crying hard to wake them up as I use every weekend morning. I would jump on dad and fist his bareback as a drum, and mom would join by tickling his sides until he woke. Athena and Ares would jump in and tackle him to wak

"Enjoy your lunch."I looked up at one of the cafeteria staff as I checked out my tray filled with nothing but a ham and cheese sandwich, water bottle, and apple. Sarah smiled at me, and I ignored her.I wasn't in the mood to be happy for lunch. Because for me, I'm just going to stuff them in my backpack, place the tray on top of the trash, and head out to the top of the roof.Not much showing myself eating in a place with most of the whole school where different groups of people stay within that border. You have jocks, cheerleaders, the popular crowd, the geeks, the skaters, the emos, the valedictorian, and there sits the drama club. Now that's the group I wanted to avoid the most.I didn't want to be tempted by them: I just practiced lines, danced, and sang. Out of all the schools in Long Beach, we have the best singers and visuals, making us the number one best musical performance.Lion King, Beauty, and the Beast, Peter Pan, anything with songs that create the storyline much more

I opened the door to theatre class, panting and all eyes were on me in a surprise shock just as the bell rang."Well, Miss Reid, you were right on time," says Mrs. Bloomfield. "But, I prefer to have all my students before the warning bell. Giving you the heads up in case you forget.""I'm sorry, Mrs. Bloomfield," lowering my head, avoiding the eyes from the students including myself in a shock when I spot the Wolfe twins sitting next to my chair—not going to ask for a seat change, I grabbed my seat."Miss Reid, why are you wearing your P.E clothes? This is theatre. We don't play sports here, only art," she asked me with her eyebrow raise after I took my seat. Then the whole class chuckles, making me lower myself."They got...accidentally soaked," I replied softly but able to say a lot for everyone to hear."Oh, okay, well, next time, bring extra clothes." Mrs. Bloomfield opened her mouth to ask another question but didn't bother to say anything, then clap her hands together to get the

"Effie?" Athena banged my door, and her voice muffled behind it. "Time to get up. You are going to be late."I pulled the covers over my head, hiding under them, then called back. "I don't want to."I could sense my sister's shock by my free voice, then banged the door again. "Effie, what is wrong?" I didn't answer, but my silence won't let my sister leave. "Aphrodite Catherine Reid, you open this damn door!"I let her hit my door several times, ignoring her calling my full name. Then I heard another door close outside my room. "What is wrong? Why are you so loud?""Something is wrong with Effie," my sister replied to Ares."She is probably not feeling well. Let the girl take a break from school, you ghoul.""That is not it. I heard her voice.""You what?!" the loud bangs on my door grew louder and faster, and I knew it was coming from Ares. "Effie, open the door!" His voice panicked.I inwardly rolled my eyes and grunted.My older siblings know I don't respond to them in the morning

I'm sitting on the bed inside the room of Logan Wolfe.I'm shaking out of my wits here. Just a few minutes ago, I was bawling in front of four brothers who had heard and seen everything that had been going on with my miserable life, and that is something I shouldn't be revealed in front of others.My brain is always searching around the room, making myself aware of the inside chamber of a boy. I've been inside Ares room once when I was looking for my iPhone because apparently, he broke his during a fight with some guy at the bar and destroyed his phone in the process, so Athena and I had to take turns letting him use our phones until he received the replacement.Ares's room was different than Logan's - entirely different. But, the one thing that separates my brother and Logan's room is that clothes surround his place. It's a total mess because he goes to work early, then comes home late or the next day, so he doesn't have time to organize. Athena would have to pick up his dirty clothe