Chasms of Copper

Chapter 5

[Edited]

Morgan

"Neeeeeever gonna get it, never gonna get it. Neeeeeever gonna get it~"

Morgan spun around to the sound of the Bellas, placing a hand dramatically on her forehead—acting out the song. She grabbed the toilet scrubber and used it as a microphone substitute.

"Woah, woah, woah, wooooooooah~"

She slid down the hallway in her small apartment, cleaning supplies in hand and singing along to her playlist.

"Neeeeever gonna get it, never gonna get it~" she continued. "Neeeeever gon—oh!"

She blushed and took a look at her particular makeshift microphone.

"Umm, sorry." She apologized to the toilet scrubber and placed it back in the bucket of cleaning supplies.

Embarrassed, but glad no one was there to witness how weird she was, Morgan resumed the task of cleaning her apartment.

It wasn't as bad as it could have been. Mo mainly just had to empty the trash can full of junk food wrappers, check on her Nutella supply, wash a mountain of laundry, do a basic tidy of all 3 small rooms, and make sure that surfaces were sanitary. In fact, she was nearly finished. If only she would just stop dancing around in her pajamas and singing into the cleaning supplies—she could work on the bathroom sink and be done.

At last, she completed the simple task and trudged into the mini kitchen, shoving the tub of cleaning supplies into a cabinet and closing it with a sense of finality.

Morgan took a moment to survey her outfit.

Yep—bright purple leggings, a Harry Potter T-shirt, and a singular cupcake-patterned sock was a very interesting fashion statement. Complete with a messy ponytail and not a trace of makeup.

I can see it now, Mo thought, sarcastically. Front page of Vogue: Dive into the secrets behind Morgan Gray's 'Lady Lazy' fashion line! Oversized T-shirts! Leggings galore! All socks are sold individually so you can always have them mismatched!

She snorted at her internal dialogue. Wow, she really cracked herself up, sometimes.

"Don't look at me like that," she addressed the potted plant, to her left. "You know you're jealous."

With that, she walked off to her bedroom, which doubled as a TV room since the apartment was so small.

The room was small, but good enough for a struggling college student. There was nothing broken, or anything. The single twin bed was adorned by a minimalistic bedspread with pink accent pillows. The bedside table; laden to the brim with books and printed quotes. The walls were a light gray color and were decorated by the pictures on the walls. Some of the photos were framed, others were taped, and the rest were printed on mini canvases.