*Morgan*

I wake up the next day, and my eyes are red and puffy. In a sour mood, I get dressed in simple pants and a black shirt. The weather matches how I’m feeling. It’s storming and lightning outside. I avoid everyone and grab a simple breakfast of fruit and cheese. I pour myself a glass of water and bring that and my plate to the small library they have in the house. I’m happy to see that no one is in here, and I shut the wooden door, hoping no one will ...