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[indent][indent][indent][color=lightgray][color=FF85CC]"LET'S GOOOOOOOOO,"[/color] Morgan shouted into her headset at approximately seven thirty that morning. She had just gotten her thirtieth straight kill in a online game of team death match in Halo Reach. Her twitch stream comments was going crazy as the comments flooded through. Then again, thirty straight kills was practically nothing for Morgan. This was just a warm up. She threw a frag grenade a good distance in front of herself right as an opponent started shooting at her. She rushed, jumped over his head, quickly turned around and promptly broke the pixelated persons neck with her assault rifle. Game over. Another win for the Blue Team. 

[color=FF85CC]"Sorry guys! That's all the time I have for this morning. Tune back in at nine tonight Eastern Standard Time to see me demolish a bunch of angry forty year old men in Call of Duty."[/color] With a heartwarming smile and flashing a peace out sign at the camera, Morgan ended the stream and turned off the console. She laid her headset and control on her desk before grabbing her backpack off the bed and heading downstairs.

"I was wondering if you'd ever join me for breakfast," Richard said, a smile across his face to let her know that he was just joking. Pancakes, bacon, and over easy eggs," the man said, pointing towards the small kitchen table where the food sat. 

[color=FF85CC]"Do we have any leftover pizza?"[/color] 

"Child, I just cooked one of your favorite breakfasts. Get the hell in there and eat it before I fight you," he said shaking his head and laughing as he poured two large glasses of milk.

Making her way to the table, Morgan placed her bag in the chair beside her as Richard sat the glasses down on the table. 

"How late did you stay up last night?" 

[color=FF85CC]"Like until two in the morning. I fell asleep, got back up around five, took a shower, got dressed and all that. Then I played some Halo."[/color] 

"I thought we agreed that you'd try and keep a normal sleep schedule." 

[color=FF85CC]"For kids my age, that [i]is[/i] pretty normal. I gotta keep my views up. I got fifty new followers just this morning,"[/color] Morgan insisted. 

"Mmmmm.... I see. Finish your breakfast. It's almost time for us to get going."

Her stomach full, Morgan tried her hardest to get her hair up into a bun before she had to leave for school. Sadly, her hair refused to cooperate just like normal. With a defeated sigh, Morgan brushed her hair, then grabbed her bag, keys, and student ID before heading out the door. Richard met her at his car for his mandatory daily good-bye hug, but didn't actually say good-bye until he had the chance to judge her clothing of choice. 

"[url=https://d2h1pu99sxkfvn.cloudfront.net/b0/8212742/356490563_F8vRz5NJQO/P6.jpg]That same old band t-shirt, eh?[/url] Don't you think those [url=https://us01-imgcdn.dear-lover.com/43786/2019/04/25/a/8/a8225c00adf2d1f5.jpg]jeans[/url] ripped just a little to much?"

[color=FF85CC]"Relax,"[/color] she said, climbing into her car. [color=FF85CC]"My outfit is cute, comfy, and breaks zero rules. Now I gotta go."[/color] With a wave good bye from Richard as he pulled off, Morgan buckled up before pulling away from the house herself. 

The drive to school took around fifteen minutes. The back to school traffic was hectic, just as one could expect. With her playlist going from one great song to the other, one of her favorite songs by [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBrRBZy8OTs]T-Pain[/url] came on. Moving her head to the beat of the song and mouthing the lyrics, Morgan pulled into her designated parking spot before removing the aux cord from her phone. With her bag over her shoulder, phone in hand, Morgan locked up her car before heading into the building. She smiled and waved as she went, exchanging [color=FF85CC]how are you[/color]'s and laughs as she went. Entering the auditorium, she took a seat in the second row from the door - making her one of the closest people to the exit and furthest from the stage. Unlocking her phone, she began to scroll through her social media accounts while waiting for the assembly to start. [/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]