I find a good stopping place after about 15 minutes of reading. It's Friday, so everyone clears out pretty quickly. I enter the hallway and head to my locker. 4 right, 30 left, and 10 right. I grab my books (I'm fortunate enough that my teachers love giving homework over the weekend). I shut my locker and begin walking down the hallway when I see the jocks of the school cut around the corner. "Great," I think to myself.
"Oh, look, it's Morgan. Morgan, can I ask a question? Do you know what we do to losers? Why don't we show you?"
I jump up and try to make a get away. Mason, the egotistical jock, (what am I saying, they all are) well the leader of them anyway, grabs my arm and pulls me closer to his face. Just as he leans in, he is jerked back and turned around forcefully.
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Muse
FanfictionMorgan lives in a world where everyone sees black in white, until they meet their muse. When you meet your muse, your world is filled with color. Morgan finds out her muse is someone who she least expected, but he has a world of problems that he has...
