With that he thanked them for their time but decided he was going to put up camp for the night. They were welcome to stay if they desired as it wasn’t really up to him to tell them when to come and go. But Morgan was tired. He was tired of everything and simply wished for his toxic life to return. At least there he knew he was definitely seventeen. He knew that school sucked and so did the people but it was reliable. There wasn’t a true mystery to it. He didn’t have to worry about who liked him and who didn’t… but even then he questioned it. Dirty looks hit from all sides. There was even a warrant out for his uncle’s arrest despite what he and his friends realized thereafter.
The thought that he was just oblivious to life around him kicked into gear then. What if bits and pieces of realit
