Oblivion.

Chapter One

"Those who dream by day are cognizant
of many things which escape those
who dream only by night" -- Edgar Allen Poe
(1809-1849)

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Morgan stared at the phone with what appeared to be very little interest. Even if, in fact, Morgan was quite interested, he couldn't very well check out the so-called "ritual" in school. If he was already going to be in trouble with the vice principal for having his phone out again during lunch, he didn't want to get in more trouble for "meddling with demons" or some bullshit. Morgan swiped the notification to the left and set his phone down, listening to the vice principal's stomps towards him.

"What were you looking at, Morgan?" the vice principal, Mr. Davis, demanded. The man grabbed Morgan's phone and turned it on, looking suspiciously at the time and the Assassination Classroom background (Morgan slightly thanked God that the vice principal didn't know any animes except for Black Butler, or else he would have gotten in serious trouble right then and there for having such a "blasphemous" background. He could imagine the principal's face when she realized what Assassination Classroom was about).

"The time, sir," Morgan lied, not turning around to face his vice principal. "I was checking how much time was left with lunch."

"You swiped left," the ever-observant Mr. Davis pointed out. "Are you hiding something from me?"

"No, sir. It was a text that I got from my friend in another school. I've reminded him several times that I can't text him in school, but he keeps doing it anyway. I swiped it to ignore it." It was true, to a point. He did have a friend from a neighboring school that had texted him, but it was earlier in the day. Hopefully, Davis didn't know how to access times on an iPhone.

"And what are you doing with this friend of yours?" Mr. Davis implied. Morgan wanted to groan. He had forgotten that, even though he cut his hair short and told teachers to call him male, he still had the skirt on his uniform that told people he was a girl.

"We're just friends, sir," Morgan replied. "We met through my brother and were friends ever since." He frowned. "Is it not okay to be friends with the opposite gender, sir?" Even if Morgan and his friend weren't technically the opposite gender, Morgan decided to phrase his words carefully.

"It's fine, but I don't want you doing any inappropriate things with that boy," the vice principal said sternly. "It's against-"

"God's will, sir," Morgan finished. He pushed back an 'I know' at his vice principal and began to eat his half-eaten pizza, hoping that Mr. Davis would focus his attention on some other kid.

"Good, but don't interrupt me again," Mr. Davis said. The vice principal set the phone on the table gently, away from the edge. "You don't want to end up in my office again, do you?"

"No, sir," Morgan answered politely with a mouth half-full of cafeteria pizza. "I'm sorry for being so rude, sir." He grabbed his phone with a greasy hand and put it in the skirt pocket of his school uniform as the vice principal walked away. As soon as he heard the vice principal yelling at some person named Jeeves, Morgan relaxed. He didn't have to worry about Davis looking over his shoulder again.

Unfortunately, he did have to worry about a few people.

"Hey, dyke," someone said, tapping Morgan on the shoulder. "Did you tell the vice principal that you aren't going to be his girl slut anymore, or are you waiting until next semester?" His name was Dugal, and Dugal was the equivalent of a female bully—spreading lies, rumors, and insults like they were butter on toast. Most of the guys just beat Morgan up, but Dugal seemed to realize that Morgan was more affected by words than bruises.