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The day I started middle school was the beginning of the end . . . or so I thought.

Logan was one of the early bloomers--he started hitting puberty that summer, so when he came back to school for that first day of sixth grade, he seemed like an entirely new person. He had grown nearly five inches, while I had grown one. His hair had grown also, and it'd matched the "long hair" style that was circulating at the time. His body was no longer the short, weak little boy's that I remembered it as when we were in elementary; instead, it had developed into a body that was just on the verge of being toned.

That first day, Logan caught the attention of everyone, including the ones who had never noticed him before. Literally everyone wanted to be his friend.

Because of that, for that first week, Logan was always crowded wherever he went---in the hallways, in classrooms, at lunch. He was always bombarded.

This made it hard for Logan and I to talk. There were many times I would try to steal Logan away just so we could talk or actually see each other, but, as if they had put a tracking device in his head, he was always immediately found and whisked away by the populars.

Eventually, after that first week, I started to accept that Logan was now running with a much bigger and better crowd, which left me by myself.

While Logan spent time with the other crowd, I had almost nobody to talk to. I was in that stage where I was super shy, and only if I had gone to elementary school with you would I talk to you. Which wasn't a lot of people, since a lot of the kids in my previous grade had moved away and attended different schools.

Two of the kids in my class who had stayed and who I found comfortable enough to be around were Jeanine and Lewis. Everyday, I had lunch with them and sat by them in classes, but most importantly they kept my mind occupied. I tried my best not to think about Logan and how he'd left me like I was a worm and everybody else were butterflies.

While Logan hung with the butterflies, I spent a lot of time with Lewis and Jeanine. We ate lunch with each other everyday, sat by each other in classes, and walked the halls together. They gave me comfort and made me laugh. However, despite their kindness and our fun conversations, they couldn't fill the void that Logan's absence had caused in my life.

After that first Friday, I decided to stay home for the weekend. All day Saturday, I kept my mind occupied by reading, listening to music, and writing in my journal, so as not to think about the fact that this Saturday would be the first that Logan wouldn't come over to watch a movie. I tried to act like it didn't bother me, but really I couldn't shake the thoughts of Logan.

I was writing in my journal for the fourth time that day when 8 pm came around, and I tried to ignore how if Logan were going to watch a movie then he'd be here by now.

The clock was just turning to 8:14 pm when the doorbell rang. I straightened up in my chair, anxious yet hopeful feelings messing with my concentration to forget about Logan. I listened to my mom open the door, and stood up from my chair when I heard her specifically greet Logan.

The next second I heard her yell for me, saying Logan was here. Needing to see it for myself, I ran out of my room and to the top of my stairs, and I saw Logan.

I stared down at him, and he stared up at me.

He was dressed in his usual movie wear: an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats. He gave me a small smile, but I didn't return it, so his disappeared.

My mom was looking at both of us, seeming to sense something was up, because the next second she was quickly excusing herself and walking to the kitchen.

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