Possibilities.
Multiple possibilities.
Books.
As well as possibilities, books, there were multiple books.
Thousands, millions of books.
FanFictions.
The creations of fans of books.
Really, everything is connected to books.
Everyone, are connected to books.
Books are our world, we live with books.
Ideas created, stories, butterflies.
All reminded of books.
Some people live for books.
Authors.
Avid readers.
Some people hate books, but still, are connected to them.
Morgan, was an avid reader.
Leon, her brother, was not.
"How can you love books?" Leon would say.
"How can you hate books?" asked Morgan, then she would push up her round yellow glasses and kept reading.
Morgan is 14, Leon is 12.
"Morgan," her mother would call "Dinner."
"One second!" Morgan yelled.
"What are you doing?" Asked her mother, Daisy.
"Writing." Morgan would yell down.
"Always working on something," Her mother would say to her father.
"Mmmm" said her father, reading the newspaper, not really listening, but pretending to.
Morgan is a college student, she was working on her thesis.
"Hey, Morgan, what are you doing?" Would ask her roommate, Candy.
"Writing." Morgan said.
"What is with, you, always writing, writing, writing, writing." Said Candy.
"Writing, writing, writing, yes, but you, partying, partying, partying. There's really no difference, partying is your passion, writing is mine." Morgan would keep typing.
Morgan is almost graduated, turning in her thesis.
"Hey Cheryl." A greeting to the receptionist.
"Hi Morgan." Said Cheryl.
"I'm turning in my thesis."
"Finally." Said Cheryl, reaching across the counter "I'll give it to James."
"Thanks" Morgan walks away, hoping James will like it.
"James," said the note from Cheryl "Morgan finally finished her thesis."
"Good," said James to himself, he knew Morgan was a good reader, and writer. Cheryl had kept him updated.
He started to read.
He loved it.
Morgan is an author, she has two 4 year old twins, boys, and a two year old girl.
Not to mention her fans.
But unbeknownst to her, Morgan's life is intertwined with someone else's.
Her name was Thunder.