So you may actually be familiar with parts of this tale, or the things that happened up until now. I’ve heard that there’s an asshole who wrote down this whole story about me and Logan (and the whole thing about Logan’s brother Sam too). Perhaps that’s just a rumor, but from what I’ve heard, it’s not. Anyway, in case you aren’t familiar with our little adventure, let me catch you up.I met Logan in middle school. We actually did a project together once. Of course, he never remembered me after that. My last name is Whitmore. His is White. So in high school I sat behind Logan in more classes than I can count. Of course he was completely oblivious to this and never noticed me, which was kind of odd because I am usually the tallest person in the room. Although I imagine that my glasses and butt
