Logan had never in his life left Till. Now he was on his way to Focal and to his training. He was both excited and scared. Course there was no way he would ever get back home. He was going to be a Guard or die trying.  He was gonna be  the top recruit if he had to beat the hell out of all this snotty rich creeps. Not a single one of them had ever had dirt on their hands. That would make them easier to beat. He figured none of them could take a punch. Logan knew he could beat any of them up.

He saw two of them jump out of their limos while he walked like a normal person. He had basically convinced the driver to let him out since he hated limo's. He was just a farmer's son. He was wearing a pair black jeans. It was something he would wear out into the fields. Course he had a grey tank top over his shoulder since again that was something he would do back home. There was no real shame in his family and these rich snobs would be all a flutter over something like that. He stood at about six four inches tall and was built from years of farm work. He looked over at the other guy standing there. He could tell that this guy was pampered. "You snobs are all the damn same. Glass jaws and pedicures. I could kick you up and down this street." Logan said not backing down. His brothers had taught him to study some one by if they could fight.

 He said looking from the guy and towards the rest. "Seems I'm the only real person here." He said looking at the girl who popped out of another limo. "Wow. Anyone else want to wear their jewels? I thought this was for the Guard not some sort fashion thing..."