Skeletons in the Closet
Chapter One: Morgan I
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You're enjoying making sand castles at the beach, when the ocean waves wash up a message in a bottle. You pull out the message: What does it say?
"Dear Faggot, if you're reading this, then you are incredibly gullible." Morgan frowned. That wasn't a very nice thing to say. "I hope you drown." She muttered before putting the message back into the bottle and tossing it toward the ocean.
Morgan had decided to forgo her usual routine of spying on fellow classmates from behind some bushes in favor of building a sandcastle. However, she'd gotten distracted by a bottle floating nearby. Curiosity had gotten the better of her and she picked the bottle up as soon as she had noticed it wash ashore.
It had been a waste of time. She'd hoped that bottle had a map for buried treasure!
Sighing and shaking her head to push such negative thoughts away Morgan turned her attention back to her sandcastle, constructing it with renewed vigor, until a shadow overtook her. She'd reacted swiftly and barely managed to avoid a relatively large wave of water from soaking her to the bone. However, it had torn down the wall protecting all the little sand people she'd built.
"My followers no!" Morgan cried out. She let out a cry of horror as she avoided yet another wave of water that engulfed the castle she'd spent over half an hour constructing. When the wave receded, there was nothing left but mush.
Morgan whimpered, but held her hands together in prayer, a moment of silence was the least her people deserved.
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"Okay, that's enough silence for one day." Morgan said to herself "It's my own fault for building a castle so close to the shore, time to head home!" the girl finished, gathering her things, and leaving the beach with a hop in her step.