Annett's neck ached and she looked up stretching it from side to side. She had been sitting in the same seat for two hours. There was nothing in the book about Ashford Thales. She was starting to wonder if the head mistress had given her this job to keep her out of her hair.
Morgandy had been looking up some weird stuff, that was for sure but maybe it wasn't what the head mistress thought it was. She had shown an understanding in the bell tower when Annett had opened up to her. Ant cringed at the memory, to let a moment of weakness expose her like that was unbearable. Seeing Morgandy today had only made it worse. Salt in the wound.
Stretching her arms out above her head she yawned and closed the book. It was useless and she was sick of following Morgue. Her phone next to her vibrated showing a text message, flipping open her phone she read it.
Come see me, we need to talk about your job.
Annett sighed. No doubt the head mistress had some new crazy scheme about Morgandy. She looked at her phone, hesitating before turning it off. Looking at the book she had closed she sighed again before opening it to the page she had been looking at. It was about slaves on cotton fields. Boring, why couldn't Morgue have looked up someone at least a little bit interesting?
She settled back into the chair, skipping over the slave part.
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Through Her Lives
Teen FictionMorgandy is a girl of mystery to many and has lived through many lives. She's on a never ending cycle with fate and misfortune but maybe this life will lead her somewhere else...
