I sit in the office across from the principle. Her eyes are dark and hard against mine. Jason and Blake sit in the corner waiting for Logan to come. I look at the clock and see the time, 0830. I rest my arm on the side of the chair and sit lopsided trying to get more comfortable. I twiddle my thumbs together in boredom and look around the room. It was fairly small, not many pictures, but some plants and some pretty lights. The room was a calming sea blue color, with white trim around the door and windows on the right when you walk in looking out into the main part of the school.



Jason and Blake both look board out of their minds sitting in two chairs in the corner. At least they didn’t trip two officers and punch a guy they hate in the gut. I’m so stupid, how could I have done something so stupid and foolish. I squint my eyes thinking to myself. I want to run away, far away where my troubles won’t find me. But I can’t, because trouble always finds me, and I’d rather have somebody to face my problems with then face them alone. That’s why I’m glad I have Logan, my cousins, Ronnie, even Carson and I have our own special bond. James is another story, we don’t really talk. He keeps his distance and I keep mine.



The closest we’ve ever come to friends is when I had to train with him because Logan was out on a field mission. There was nobody left to train with so I got stuck with him and Blake. Luckily, Blake knows how to handle him. That was the most time we’ve ever spent together, probably. We occasionally greet each other in the hallways or whenever we see one another, but other than that, we are completely isolated from the other person.



I hear the door knob handle turn and the four people in the room turn their heads to see who walks in. Except we all know who it is, Logan steps in wearing a dark green, long sleeved, collared shirt with three buttons on the top. The first one is unbuckled, and he wears cacky pants with brown leather shoes. I see he is also wearing a black leather watch. “Sorry it took so long to get here. The traffic on the roads is horrible.” He turns to Blake and Jason as he close the door. He grins and waves hi to them and comes to take a seat next to me.



I don’t turn to meet his eye, one because I’m scared of what he’s going to say and two because I really don’t want to see the expression on his face. He places a coat he is carrying on the arm of his chair. “So, what’s this all about? I hear she brought a knife to school, that doesn’t seem like her.”



Ms. Lu just smirks. “Boys,” she looks at Jason and Blake and they both stand. “Thank you for your help, you may return to your classes.” She waves her hand lazily to the door before sitting down. I turn to see Jason and Blake walk out but Jason stops and turns back to me. He gives me a small grin and thumbs up. I narrow my eyes, but grin slightly and wave him off.



I turn back around taking a deep breath and letting it out. I can see Logan look at me from out of the corner of my eye. I turn my eyes slightly for a second then look back at Ms. Lu.



“Mr. McCarthy-“



“Please, call me Logan.” Logan protests putting a hand up. Ms. Lu perks one eyebrow and leans forward on her desk. She doesn’t look too thrilled about calling him Logan.



“Mr. Logan,” he heaves a sigh, hating the word mister, and she straightens her specs on her face. “Your . . .” he gestures to me with her hand. A confused look on her face tells me she is still having trouble of what to call me. I’m not Logan’s daughter but he is like my brother in a way.



“Kimberley brought this knife to school and was trying to hide it during our drug check. She also punched a boy named Drake in the face and tripped two police officers. This kind of behavior we do not tolerate here, but we can discuss that later. Right now I would like to figure out the truth of why she brought this weapon to school.”



“I told you, I brought it by mistake when I was in the kitchen practicing for the demon part for the play I’m auditioning for.” I burst out hoping Logan got it all.



“What play?” Ms. Lu asks. I think of all the possible names for a good horror play with demon in it. I finally come up with one.



“The Demon Strikes at Midnight.” I say hoping for no more questions about the made up play.



“What’s it about?” Ms. Lu asks shattering my chances of getting out of this. Again I think of something real quick to get the lie out. Hopefully Logan is listening.



“It’s about a family, and they move to a new house. They are all happy except the youngest boy. He is sad to see his friends and his school go. That night when the mom is putting the little boy and his older sister to sleep the news is on and it is saying a murder is on the loose called the demon. He wears a mask and holds knives in his boots. I was practicing being the demon and accidentally left my knife in my boot. I thought I could hide it in my locker but when I heard we were having the drug test I freaked and pretended to go to the bathroom to get it before anyone found it. I truly was not planning to hurt anyone, I swear to God, I didn’t mean any harm.”



Ms. Lu’s face softens a little but I know Logan’s hardened. He will kill me when I get home. “Alright, it’s okay Kimberley, but there will still have to be punishment for you behaving wildly like that to the cops and Drake.” She turns to Logan folding her hands. “I believe a two week detention will suffice, or we can have a week suspension, you may decide.”



Logan sighs and thinks for a minute, then sighs, “She will do the two week detention, I think that will be good, on one condition.”



Ms. Lu perks her eyebrows in surprise but let’s, him continue. “She will have to do her homework while she’s in there.”



“No, I can’t allow it.” She says moving some papers on her desk.



“Back home she has a bunch of things to work on.”



“I don’t care, detention is not for doing schoolwork it’s for students to reflect on their wrong doings and figure out what they did wrong.”



“Oh, trust me Ms. Lu, I know what I did wrong,” I bite my tongue quickly as I hear my tone of voice and change it for my last comment, “And I’m sorry for it.” I can feel Logan’s stare lock on me again. I sigh and continue, “Please, there is so many things going on in my life you don’t even know about, doing my homework in detention will make things a lot easier.” Ms. Lu gives me a glare. I glare back at her. I’m truly pleading right now. If I am to spend an hour in detention each day for a week I will have to stay up until twelve o’clock at night finishing my work.



After about a minute or so Ms. Lu sighs and turns her head back to Logan. “Alright she may do her homework in detention but that will cost you a month of detention.” I grumble at the sound of that. A month of detention, I’m almost tempted to pick up the knife lying on the table and stab myself.



“Deal,” Logan says as he shakes Ms. Lu’s hand. “And I promise you this won’t happen again.” He stands glaring down at me. I don’t look back up at him. Instead I glare at the edge of the desk and try to keep my anger under control.



“Thank you, now take this weapon and get it out of my sight. And if she’s ever caught doing this again, there will be severe punishment.” Like a month detention isn’t bad enough. “You can go back to your class now Ms. Carter.”



I stand up and walk to the door without another word not even glancing over at Logan.



I am walking in the commons area where we have lunch when I hear Logan calling me.



“Kimberley,” I keep walking trying hard to walk faster and forget about this whole thing. “Kimberley stop.” I give up and do as he commands and hear him walk up next to me. I roll my eyes in annoyance.



“Kimberley, look at me.” He puts his hand on my shoulder and turns me so I’m facing him, but I don’t look up at him. I feel my throat already starting to clog up and the tears building up in my eyes. “Kimberley look at me.”



“I already got yelled at today, do you really need to yell at me more?” I ask angrily.



“Kimberley, what were you thinking, you should know better than this.” He holds out the knife for me to look at it. “You almost got busted for this stupid, little thing.”



“I know and I truly am sorry Logan. It won’t happen again.’



“I’m hoping, because you are grounded.”



“What!?” Now I look up at him. “No, I already have a month of detention, you can’t ground me too.”



“This was a very risky move, you must learn how important it is to clean out your weapons. That means you shall only do your homework and train. No TV, no friends over, and no computer.”



“Oh, so you grounding me is to leave my life the same as it is!” I yell out. “I can’t believe you, my life is already a living hell hole-“



“You should be grateful for your life, you have a bunch of people who love you and care for you.”



“Yah, well they never say it. Jason and Blake seem like they don’t even care about me.”



“That’s not true, they helped you get out of that situation.”



“No, they got me into it.” I am furious at Logan for saying all this crap. If Jason hadn’t intervened on the bus then maybe I wouldn’t have hit Drake in the face when the cops were here. “I can handle myself, they don’t need to intervene.”



“Oh, really because it sounds like they had to control you to get you settle down.”



“They didn’t need to! I can handle myself just fine!” I scowl at him. Then I take a deep breath trying to relax a little. “Just . . . just go home Logan.”



“No, I won’t. You are my responsibility, I need to look out for you.” He grabs my arm before I can walk away. I rip it away a second later, furious. I spin around my eyes welling up with tears.



“Can you not hear me? I can handle myself. Must I scream it at the top of my lungs for you to hear it?” Luckily the main part of the school, where you first walk in is nowhere near classrooms. I just hope nobody is hearing us.



“I can hear you just fine, but you need to stop this. Kimberley, you must control your emotions.”



“I don’t need to control anything, you’re the one who’s making me do this.” I feel my throat become hot and some tears escape my red eyes.”



“That’s it, when we get home you won’t do anything besides train tonight.”



“Logan-“



“I’ve had it with you, we will talk about this when we get home.” Before I can respond he turns around and walks away. My anger builds up and I scream. “I hate you!”



I turn around quickly and wipe away tears that are starting to flow quickly out of my eyes. I hate getting into fights with him. I hate it even more he made me say I hate you.



Once I get to my next class I barley pay attention. I cry silently to myself the whole time.