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The Part Where We Meet The People

AN: Hy im tha authur plz lik my stuff. this is wher i start tellin tha storee so enyoy. The speling and writng shud be gud, i hav like a cee plus in Egnlisch. wel I shud start nowe. plz leve gud thngz. I rate it PG-13 B/C thur mite be s*x or sumthing.

My name is Morgan. I'm just a typical girl doing typical things in a typical place. People say I am a "good girl," but I was never really sure what they meant. Until today. My family had moved here at the end of my Sophmore year for my father's work. Mother died of an illness, or a shark attack, or giving birth or something and also divorced my dad three times. Now we live in the city and I have to start all over again making new friends in this new place. 

"Hey, Shelly," I remember my boyfriend from the other place saying. (Shelly is my other name.) "Do you really have to move?"

"Yes," I retort retortingly. "The erosion is polluting the atmosphere."

"I see," he replies, looking whimsical. "Where are you going, exactly?"

"Balgonia," I respond, almost as a curse word. My great-great-grandfather was a West Balgonian, and we're moving to East Balgonia. I feel like such a traitor. No matter what I have to avoid stealing High School Musical DVDs. Every Balgonian child knows the tale. Where was I? Oh right, the story.

I was getting ready for school while reading my favorite story on Wattpad, I'm Hitting You Because I'm Drunk, when the phone/doorbell rang. I answered it. It was my twin sister, Maya. 

"What are you doing here, Maya?" I asked. "You're supposed to be in West Balgonia wit Aunt Auntie.

"I know," Maya replied dramatically, like we were in a soap opera. "I just had to see you before she sent me to church camp, Morgan. Why can't I live here with you and father?" 

"Because you were sold as a sex slave to One-Direction, and only got away when Aunt Auntie rescued you."

A/N: Hey Guizz! Maya's storee waz originally posted on another site, but it wil be here suun.

"What do you do at church camp, anyway?" I asked her, ignoring the sudden interruption in dialog.

"We watch High School Musical on repeat and sing the songs all while cursing the scourge that is East Balgonia."

"Ok, Whatever. I have school today. Want to come with?"

"Sure, sounds cool."

My sister Maya and I may be twins, but we don't look much alike. She is tall with red hair. piercing green eyes, and is a part time supermodel. I'm average hight, with dark brown hair, red eyes, and the power to summon the forces of darkness. I don't really use it much, though. Also we both can see ghosts.

Maya and I were walking through school, talking to the dead and not dead yet, when we see a group of guys blocking the hallway.

"Who are these guys?" I ask Chelsea, one of the ghosts.

"You are the DeathBringer, give yourself to the darkness completely, and allow the world to fall into chaos," she stated, annoyingly not answering my question.

"That's Tristen and his harlot of guy-friends," another girl (living this time) named Amber replied. 

"No one asked you, Amber, go away," Maya and I said in unison as we shunned her. I approached the gaggle of men. The cluster reeked of testosterone and body oder. I'm short so I had to glare up at them. I gritted my teeth at them in a false smile. Oh, how I hate East Balgonia and everyting in it. I just want to return to my West Balgonian root. My eyes catch sight of the copies of High School Musical in the the boy's backpacks. How I yearn to just grab one and make a run for it, but I resist. I swallow my pride and speak to the East Balgonian trash as if it were my equal. I do, afterall, have to get to my educationally inferior classes, and these guys are blocking the way.

"Excuse me," I say, but would any of you mind getting out of my way? I have a class to get to." They immediately part, obviously realizing they were in the presence of a superior being of a superior country, and I proceed past them. On the the boy-things, (Tristen I think its name was) gawks at me. I quickly and stealthily steal a copy of High School Musical from his bag and rush off to class.

A/N- thuts tha eund four this chaepter. plz ikle and fullo if yew wunt. Byyyyeeeeeeeeee.