DISCLAMER: I don't have any rights and do not own "Boy Meets World" or the characters either.
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Her hair "accident"...
Kohl eyeliner, ivory foundation, with a few other items such as lighter coloured eye shadows and bushes that she never used laid upon her bureau. She flipped her desk lamp and watched her eyes dilate in the light and stood there thinking how much the darkness complimented her pale face. Morgan then took out a brush from one of the drawers and put a comb through her long blonde hair.
Her mind starts to fade away into the hallways of her school where the people are always staring at her wondering what went wrong. 'They' only remember her older brothers with their youngster tactics and their baby faces. Cory and Eric Matthews fashioned into the perfect teenagers at home and school as they loll in precious jokes and popularity. Morgan feels a slow scowl cross her face, as she grudgingly thinks who couldn't love them.
Her parents are always trying to have family picture-perfect moments. Trying to find out as to why their younger daughter seems a so...sad even distant relative attempting to be her role model. When she knew she didn't need a role model, but silence without judgment or cheap sixty family sitcom moments that lead to sing-a-longs. As she felt all her anger descend into her closed fists. Sometimes she squeezed them so tight she would leave bloody haft moons.
Opening her eyes she realizes that it wasn't a dream that before her stood her reality and it was glaring back at her. She wasn't this silly girl that stood before she knew that she was so much more. But, the reflection also showed the scissors that glowed against the bed behind her. Then a simple thought she had before began to crystallize in her head as she turned around…
"Morgan you're going to be late for the bus!" Mrs. Matthews called out.
Instead of hearing the normal complaints of her pre-teen she saw a ghost robed in all black with...chopped off hair hanging at her shoulders. Mrs. Matthews looked in horror.
"How can you ever grow spiritually without leaving a little bit of yourself behind?" Morgan replied with a blank look. "It had to be cut,"
A few moments of awkward silence Morgan went outside to catch the bus. Mrs. Matthews went to the phone and called her husband at work.
"She chopped it off to her shoulders," was all she could muster.
Meanwhile Morgan sat on the bus while angry girls screamed in through her headphones and thought this should give them something to talk about at school.
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