Chapter 1 : Where Are We Going?
BZZZZZT!
The alarm blared. Morgan's hand fumbled around her nightstand bumping into a glass, sending it shattering to the floor, tapping her lamp on, and finally turning off the alarm. After being blinded by light and deafened by the alarm Morgan wondered why she had scheduled to leave so early.
"Florida. beaches, parties, going out with friends.," she thought to herself.
Her feet slid over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.
"Ow. dammit," she yelled.
Her left foot slid into a piece of glass and she winced, lifting her foot back up onto the bed. She bent her knee and pulled herself up 'indian style' looking at her foot.
Blood oozed and a long shard of glass stuck out. She slid it out gently and placed it on her blanket as her foot continued to bleed. She removed her t - shirt and wrapped her foot to try to stop the bleeding.
The light had come on when she had touched it. She looked at the light and bothered not to shut it off. She looked down at the floor to make sure she didn't step in anymore glass and noticed that the blood had mixed with the water and formed an ominous figure. She ignored it and got to her feet walking to the shower.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Some people see a sign in everything, and believe that everything is a sign pointing to their next destination in life. If they can manipulate these signs then they can see what's coming and avoid it. Morgan didn't notice the figure however, it was only blood in water slowly diluting. But when she got down on her knees to place the glass in a garbage bag she noticed it.
The blood had wrapped around a shard, and slid even further past it's original starting point then stopped and slowly spread. Morgan looked at it curiously.
"Six.," she thought.
"Morgan," a woman said.
"Yes mom," Morgan said turning around and looking at her tall thin mother.
"Darling don't worry about that, you'll be late. I mean look at the time it's nearly five thirty. You wanted to get going by then," her mother said.
"It's almost what! Oh no I overslept, do you mind mom," she asked.
"Morgan go on, go take your shower. Your friends will be over any second and - well you know to be careful right," her mother said.
Morgan got up and watched her mother slowly walk. Ever since her mother had suffered the stroke four years ago she hadn't been able to walk like a normal person. A slight limp came about at times or sometimes she would just move at a slow rate. Only in her early forties it was hard for Morgan to watch.
Morgan walked over and hugged her mom who smiled warmly afterwards.
"Nothing will happen to me mom, I promise. We're just heading down to Florida alright," Morgan said.
"I know dear, I know. It's just I can't help but worry," her mother started.
"Dad will be back later today too, and you don't need me just being a burden anymore do you? I mean in September you'll be rid of me with college - just think of this as getting acquainted to your newfound freedom," Morgan joked.
Her mother laughed and Morgan sighed. She always worried about her mother, who had once been so healthy. She worried something like that would happen again when she left, something worse than a stroke. However she found joking about it to be easier than facing it normally.
"Now go on dear, no more standing here dawdling. You go have fun," her mother started.
Morgan smiled and walked past her mother down the hall as her mother finished with 'and get a tan too because you're looking awfully pale'. She laughed and entered the bathroom.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Putting on shoes hurt more than Morgan had anticipated, but as the sun rose and her friends started to arrive Morgan knew the pain would be worth it.
Beth was the first to come. A tall blonde dressed in a bikini carrying a duffel bag walked up the driveway, her hair blowing in the light breeze. Her bright smile and eyes seemed to make the yard light up more than the slowly elevating sun.
"Morgan," Beth said.
Beth ran up the driveway, breasts bouncing like a lifeguard in Baywatch.
"Okay, you better start doing that around someone else cause you're not getting anywhere with me," Morgan replied.
Beth laughed and hugged her. Beth stood four inches taller than Morgan and left a little shadow over her.
"Where are the others," Beth asked throwing her bag into the trunk.
"Pete and Veronica," Morgan asked.
"Yeah, where are they," Beth asked.
"Right here," Pete said.
Pete drove his convertible into the driveway next to Morgan's large SUV. Out stepped Pete, a mildly muscular guy with dark features and a face chiseled out of stone, and Veronica a short stocky girl with a beautiful smile.
"I still don't see why we couldn't take your convertible," Beth said smiling.
Peter kissed her and held her close looking at Morgan.
"Because there are two sheets, how'd you pass Calculus again," Pete asked slyly.
"Don't start that joke again," Veronica said.
Morgan smiled at Veronica. The front door opened up and Morgan's mother stepped out with her bathrobe on and a large smile.
"I'm so glad to see you all here," she said.
They smiled and laughed as Morgan's mom walked towards them.
"Mom, you know you get emotional," Morgan said.
"I know it's just, be careful will you? Please," she asked.
Morgan wrapped her arms around her mother and reassured her that it would all be alright as the others piled into the SUV and stuck their bags in the back.
"So we'll be fine. We're sticking to the main roads and we'll be down there by nine okay," Morgan said.
"Yeah, you be good alright," she said.
"Yes mom," Morgan said.
"I mean it," she said.
Morgan laughed and entered the drivers side.
"I know mom," Morgan replied turning the keys in the ignition.
"I love you," her mother said.
"I love you too mom," Morgan replied.
Morgan's mother waved as they drove out of the driveway and down the street, past the middle class houses and onto the main street. Beth turned the stereo on and they cruised down the road.
BZZZZZT!
The alarm blared. Morgan's hand fumbled around her nightstand bumping into a glass, sending it shattering to the floor, tapping her lamp on, and finally turning off the alarm. After being blinded by light and deafened by the alarm Morgan wondered why she had scheduled to leave so early.
"Florida. beaches, parties, going out with friends.," she thought to herself.
Her feet slid over the edge of the bed and onto the floor.
"Ow. dammit," she yelled.
Her left foot slid into a piece of glass and she winced, lifting her foot back up onto the bed. She bent her knee and pulled herself up 'indian style' looking at her foot.
Blood oozed and a long shard of glass stuck out. She slid it out gently and placed it on her blanket as her foot continued to bleed. She removed her t - shirt and wrapped her foot to try to stop the bleeding.
The light had come on when she had touched it. She looked at the light and bothered not to shut it off. She looked down at the floor to make sure she didn't step in anymore glass and noticed that the blood had mixed with the water and formed an ominous figure. She ignored it and got to her feet walking to the shower.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Some people see a sign in everything, and believe that everything is a sign pointing to their next destination in life. If they can manipulate these signs then they can see what's coming and avoid it. Morgan didn't notice the figure however, it was only blood in water slowly diluting. But when she got down on her knees to place the glass in a garbage bag she noticed it.
The blood had wrapped around a shard, and slid even further past it's original starting point then stopped and slowly spread. Morgan looked at it curiously.
"Six.," she thought.
"Morgan," a woman said.
"Yes mom," Morgan said turning around and looking at her tall thin mother.
"Darling don't worry about that, you'll be late. I mean look at the time it's nearly five thirty. You wanted to get going by then," her mother said.
"It's almost what! Oh no I overslept, do you mind mom," she asked.
"Morgan go on, go take your shower. Your friends will be over any second and - well you know to be careful right," her mother said.
Morgan got up and watched her mother slowly walk. Ever since her mother had suffered the stroke four years ago she hadn't been able to walk like a normal person. A slight limp came about at times or sometimes she would just move at a slow rate. Only in her early forties it was hard for Morgan to watch.
Morgan walked over and hugged her mom who smiled warmly afterwards.
"Nothing will happen to me mom, I promise. We're just heading down to Florida alright," Morgan said.
"I know dear, I know. It's just I can't help but worry," her mother started.
"Dad will be back later today too, and you don't need me just being a burden anymore do you? I mean in September you'll be rid of me with college - just think of this as getting acquainted to your newfound freedom," Morgan joked.
Her mother laughed and Morgan sighed. She always worried about her mother, who had once been so healthy. She worried something like that would happen again when she left, something worse than a stroke. However she found joking about it to be easier than facing it normally.
"Now go on dear, no more standing here dawdling. You go have fun," her mother started.
Morgan smiled and walked past her mother down the hall as her mother finished with 'and get a tan too because you're looking awfully pale'. She laughed and entered the bathroom.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Putting on shoes hurt more than Morgan had anticipated, but as the sun rose and her friends started to arrive Morgan knew the pain would be worth it.
Beth was the first to come. A tall blonde dressed in a bikini carrying a duffel bag walked up the driveway, her hair blowing in the light breeze. Her bright smile and eyes seemed to make the yard light up more than the slowly elevating sun.
"Morgan," Beth said.
Beth ran up the driveway, breasts bouncing like a lifeguard in Baywatch.
"Okay, you better start doing that around someone else cause you're not getting anywhere with me," Morgan replied.
Beth laughed and hugged her. Beth stood four inches taller than Morgan and left a little shadow over her.
"Where are the others," Beth asked throwing her bag into the trunk.
"Pete and Veronica," Morgan asked.
"Yeah, where are they," Beth asked.
"Right here," Pete said.
Pete drove his convertible into the driveway next to Morgan's large SUV. Out stepped Pete, a mildly muscular guy with dark features and a face chiseled out of stone, and Veronica a short stocky girl with a beautiful smile.
"I still don't see why we couldn't take your convertible," Beth said smiling.
Peter kissed her and held her close looking at Morgan.
"Because there are two sheets, how'd you pass Calculus again," Pete asked slyly.
"Don't start that joke again," Veronica said.
Morgan smiled at Veronica. The front door opened up and Morgan's mother stepped out with her bathrobe on and a large smile.
"I'm so glad to see you all here," she said.
They smiled and laughed as Morgan's mom walked towards them.
"Mom, you know you get emotional," Morgan said.
"I know it's just, be careful will you? Please," she asked.
Morgan wrapped her arms around her mother and reassured her that it would all be alright as the others piled into the SUV and stuck their bags in the back.
"So we'll be fine. We're sticking to the main roads and we'll be down there by nine okay," Morgan said.
"Yeah, you be good alright," she said.
"Yes mom," Morgan said.
"I mean it," she said.
Morgan laughed and entered the drivers side.
"I know mom," Morgan replied turning the keys in the ignition.
"I love you," her mother said.
"I love you too mom," Morgan replied.
Morgan's mother waved as they drove out of the driveway and down the street, past the middle class houses and onto the main street. Beth turned the stereo on and they cruised down the road.