"You're so lame, Sanders!"

A slight shove was all it took for Logan to hit his back on the locker behind him.  Logan dropped his book, the jocks laughing at him.

Logan kept his gaze lowered to the cuffs of his pants and Chucks Taylor's. Why did this always have to happen? Can't these guys lay off for one year?

They're all senior's now after all.

One of the football players, grabbed Logan by the neck and slammed his back against the locker again, only harsher and more painfully this time.

With another year, comes more bruises.

Sometime later, Logan Sanders finds himself rushing to his first class; geometry honors, after hearing the bell go off.

He runs into some other boy (who he recognizes) dropping his book in the process.

Patton's pov

A boy.

A boy bumped into me, dropping his book... It looked more like a diary ..?

He writes diary entries too??
But upon the journal opening, I realize he writes.. poetry.. ?

"sorry"
    He mutters, very quietly, as though his throat were sore. Which is what I notice when I look at him. He has bruises on his neck. Hand print bruises.

"Hey, are you okay?" I try asking nicely, and quietly.

"Don't worry about it.. I need to get to class so, uh.. bye." Logan leaves in a rush, helping himself up off the floor and briskly fast walking away.

I take his journal in my hands, closing itand decide against looking through it. No matter how curious I am..