DISCLAMIER: I don't own nor have any rights to Boy Meets World

Author's Note- This chapter is just setting the tone for the next so please bear with me.

A Little Love and Tender Care…

As Morgan emerged from off the yellow bus into a place she always dreamed herself away from she couldn't help but smile as her viewers visually commented on her current hairstyle. She hated being around others her own age because it was a constant reminder that she wasn't apart of the group. In her mind she was a princess locked far away from everyone else's mental comprehension as she sadly looked upon her peers. She closed her eyes and whispered to herself that she wasn't at one with them. Normally, other blue-eyed-girls like her would have had tears rimmed around their eyes, but Morgan was beyond that. And so she shrugged off the glumness then entered a mode where not even the spiders of society could poison her.

Watching her from a distance was the radical but always socially acceptable Mr. Turner alongside with his fellow co-worker Mr. Feeny as they both enjoyed the deluded substance known as coffee which was questionable considering it was from the teacher's lounge.

"Feeny, you seem to be a man of scholar and general understanding of child's minds," Mr. Turner paused as his eyes caught upon Morgan's new do. "What is up with that Matthews?"

"The human heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked who can understand it?" quoted Mr. Feeny from the bible. Then his eyes also fell upon the child and his expression came more sincere. "Hopefully, we can only dream that this is some kind of a phase,"

"Hell, the only problem we ever had with her brothers was who stuck the questionable underwear up on the flag pole that morning," Mr. Turner reminisced. "Questionable underwear meaning how and where did they get a thong?"

Both of the men chuckled at this thought.

"Yes, but maybe that's the problem," said Mr. Feeny.

"What is?" asked Mr. Turner.

"She's not her brothers," Mr. Feeny sadly grinned.

By fate, Morgan turned at looked at the teachers her golden, rudely cut hair picking up the wind whipped in her face as her blue eyes pierced through them both. Then slowly she turned around and walked into the school leaving a gust of wind behind her.

"Maybe I should talk to her," Mr. Turner shrugged. "It wouldn't hurt at least to try,"

"True, well I must be going on my way," said Mr. Feeny putting forth his hand.

"Well, as always it's been a pleasure," Mr. Turner replied shaking his friend's hand.

"Just don't give up on her always remember it's the darkest before dawn," He advised. "She's going to need a lot of patience and understanding and you're just the man to do it,"

"Thanks for the confidence," Mr. Turner smiled.

"Well, you're going to need it," Mr. Feeny replied as he turns to leave.

After his dear friend had departed Mr. Turner stood alone for a moment knowing that something had been lost forever. He knew not what it was, but change was coming and it was coming fast.