Narrative
Logan was glad to be away from the mess. He was, for once in the longest time, happy and was able to find the peace that he needed. He rode his bike upstate on the open road until he came to his small and familiar neck of the woods where his small little cabin hid away behind thick foliage and small lake.
There were barely any amenities within the cabin, except for a small and old television, which barely picked up any channels and often needed its attenae played with in order to get anything in clear, and a small refridgerator, which was used for keeping water and beer cold. Everything else Logan would get from outside. His shower, his food, and most of his entertainment.
There were no students to worry about and no mansion grounds being destroyed. All that he had to worry about out here was himself. As he sat within a small wooden chair outside of the cabin which overlooked the lake, with a small fire going at his side, and a fresh kill of deer hanging from a low branch of a nearby tree, Logan knew that life was good.
There were barely any amenities within the cabin, except for a small and old television, which barely picked up any channels and often needed its attenae played with in order to get anything in clear, and a small refridgerator, which was used for keeping water and beer cold. Everything else Logan would get from outside. His shower, his food, and most of his entertainment.
There were no students to worry about and no mansion grounds being destroyed. All that he had to worry about out here was himself. As he sat within a small wooden chair outside of the cabin which overlooked the lake, with a small fire going at his side, and a fresh kill of deer hanging from a low branch of a nearby tree, Logan knew that life was good.