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#BlackLivesMatter
Morgan Brahn
It took every ounce of willpower Morgan had to not puke on Salem, or punch him in the face. Both were fairly desirable outcomes, though.
“Please…” Morgan pleaded quietly, his face buried in his hands. This did not stop Salem from taking a bright flash photo of them. It was unpleasant, and Morgan briefly pondered the thought of stabbing the boy with a spork. Oh, there went Tabitha. Maybe if he paid her to turn big and step on him?
Then Manami showed up, shooting out of the water like a salmon. Her entrance startled Morgan, and he fell off his suitcase into the sand. The fall was a whole two and a half feet, but the sudden shifting of the horizon was not welcome. Whatever Manami said was lost to him, as Morgan picked himself up and once more defiled the natural beauty of the world around him with purged bile.
“Sh-shut up Jordan…. Urgh….”
It was at this point Morgan gave up on dignity and his life. As the rest of his classmates filed in, Morgan quietly covered up his mess with a mound of sand, and laid down with his suitcase as a makeshift tombstone.
“Leave me be,” he announced to his little brother, feebly raising his hand to the air. “Tell Mom I love her, and tell Dad that I was the one who flushed his pocketknife down the toilet when I was six, not June.”
He closed his eyes, listening to the commotion of Mr. McNabb tripping and landing in the sand as well, and Lara flapping around. There went Cecilia’s voice as well… Jeremiah’s… some new staff… The robot announcing breakfast, the very idea of which made his stomach churn again...
Morgan decided to pick a quieter place to puke next time.
It took every ounce of willpower Morgan had to not puke on Salem, or punch him in the face. Both were fairly desirable outcomes, though.
“Please…” Morgan pleaded quietly, his face buried in his hands. This did not stop Salem from taking a bright flash photo of them. It was unpleasant, and Morgan briefly pondered the thought of stabbing the boy with a spork. Oh, there went Tabitha. Maybe if he paid her to turn big and step on him?
Then Manami showed up, shooting out of the water like a salmon. Her entrance startled Morgan, and he fell off his suitcase into the sand. The fall was a whole two and a half feet, but the sudden shifting of the horizon was not welcome. Whatever Manami said was lost to him, as Morgan picked himself up and once more defiled the natural beauty of the world around him with purged bile.
“Sh-shut up Jordan…. Urgh….”
It was at this point Morgan gave up on dignity and his life. As the rest of his classmates filed in, Morgan quietly covered up his mess with a mound of sand, and laid down with his suitcase as a makeshift tombstone.
“Leave me be,” he announced to his little brother, feebly raising his hand to the air. “Tell Mom I love her, and tell Dad that I was the one who flushed his pocketknife down the toilet when I was six, not June.”
He closed his eyes, listening to the commotion of Mr. McNabb tripping and landing in the sand as well, and Lara flapping around. There went Cecilia’s voice as well… Jeremiah’s… some new staff… The robot announcing breakfast, the very idea of which made his stomach churn again...
Morgan decided to pick a quieter place to puke next time.