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Logan sighed heavily through his nostrils. Another day with the same things happening with the same people. Honestly, he felt like dying again just to get out of this figurative hell. Of course there was a possibility that this place could be hell and Logan didn't know yet.
Logan doesn't remember doing anything particularly bad in his life as a human. Maybe he should have recycled more or donated to charity or-
"LOGAN!" Roman inhumanly shrieked, shaking Logan from his thoughts."Thou art not paying attention!"
Logan sighed and looked up at Roman to see him noticeably crossed.
"I'm very sorry Roman, but it does get a bit dull watching you perform the same poem almost everyday for a century." Logan apologized, feeling a tad bit annoyed that Roman didn't understand this fact already.
"Impossible! i improveth mine own performance every timeth! Didst thee seeth the way I portrayed the forbidden loveth between to partners.Twast mine own most wondrous one yet!" Roman insisted on crossing his arms and pouting.
"Well I think It was amazing! You’ve improved so much! complemented Patton, while standing up to applaud. Patton is probably the only one, (Other than Remus) who pays attention when Roman goes on again on his rambles about Shakespeare and poetry.
"Thank thee patton. T's nice to hasn't SOMEONE who is't appreciate the arts.”Roman said, glaring at Logan. Logan let out his, possibly 30th, sigh this day. Honestly, dealing with a classroom full of teenagers is easier than dealing with Roman
"Please excuse me, but may I go to my room?." Logan asked wearily at Patton, who looked just as tired as him, even though Logan wondered how ghosts even got tired. Oh well, another topic for another day.
Patton smiled weakly at him and nodded, allowing him to leave their mandatory daily "Family Friendship" meeting.
“What the fuck! I have to sit around and watch Mr Shakespeare wannabe do some boring ass play, while Logan gets to leave.” Virgil grumbled, flipping Roman off. Virgil smirked as he knew this would really piss Roman off, which predictably happened.
“How DARETH thee! shakespeare cannot compareth to the likes of myself! His writing is tasteless and vulgar!”Roman exclaimed offendedly. Logan saw Patton wince a bit. Everyone here knew that if someone even mentioned Shakespeare, Roman would go off for hours. Which is why, Virgil made sure to do it at least twice a day to annoy Roman.
Logan quickly floated out of the room while Roman and Virgil started reffing up for another fight.
He heard some shrieks and yelling but overall, another normal day.
Logan tried to remember the good old days when he was alive and could eat Crofters, or when he saw the face of a proud student receiving her hard earned A in his clase, until his unfortunate death.
Logan tried not to think much of his death, as does everyone else in the house. Logan found that it was far easier to bury your emotions than to talk about them.
But it was getting increasingly hard for Logan not to think about his death considering his Deathday was coming up soon.
He knew that everyone, himself included, tended to go easy whenever someone’s Deathday came up, which is probably the only reason why Paton let him go to his room.
Logan groaned into his pillow and sighed deeply while his intrusive thoughts took over.
What if he didnt save his students, What if he had just ran out there and left them to die. Would he still be alive?
Logan had always tried to do good in his life but what was the point if he had ended up at this forsaken place, doomed to be trapped here forever.
While Logan pondered these thoughts, he had failed to notice, outside of the house, a beat up black van pulling up to the driveway, and out came two men carrying a large camera and looking in awe at the house.