[nem] the quiet one

[Morgan Georgia Mason]

Morgan sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria, slinging her backpack over the back of the chair. Her lunch break started a few minutes earlier now that she was junior, not the she mind, but there were always a few people that she wanted to avoid. Keeping to herself was not a good thing in a small high school, where she seemed to stand out a whole lot more, and probably had a giant target painted on her back when it came to those who enjoyed making fun of her.

She sent a quick text to Trent, mainly just because she hadn’t answered him when he had sent her one in Biology and was now feeling slightly guilty about taking so long. She then pulled out her maths textbook, starting to read the chapter that they had been assigned in class. Since the incident with Scott and the principal, Morgan had been attending school regularly and her grades had improved as well. The horses were also going brilliantly, and Prince was loving the show-jumping training that they were doing. They weren’t jumping more than 3ft at the moment, but the gelding had a natural talent when it came to jumping.

Morgan ate her lunch slowly, smiling slightly. She had no idea when Kenz would appear in the cafeteria, or if she was skipping class again. Scott had a reason to be worried when it came to his little sister. Her two best friends weren’t the most committed to school, and Morgan was the nerd between the two of them. She couldn’t focus on her work though, so instead she just packed up the books and then stared at the table as she ate, the grains on the table blending into one. School would be closing soon for Christmas and New Year’s break, so she didn’t mind in the slightest. Mid-terms had sorta killed her, and even though she wasn’t planning the most pleasant Christmas break, it was still something.

[Alycen Savita Weaver]

Rogan could tell Alycen was bored. Charmaine and Phoenix had taken the day off for some reason best known to themselves, which meant that Ally had nobody to talk to but her. More to the point, Rogan wasn’t really in the mood for talking, still mulling over that meeting by the side of the lake with Simon. Alycen would have a hernia if she knew that her sister had been damaging their reputation by socialising with people she hadn’t deemed ‘safe’…which was probably part of the reason that she’d done it, to be honest. The brunette was beginning to tire of her sister’s obsession with being popular, but Rogan knew she’d never outright say it no matter how often she thought it, because Alycen was the only family that she really had. Flawed she may be, they were still sisters and that had to count for something, right?

She knew the second they walked into the cafeteria that shit was going to hit the fan, because Ally clocked that Mason girl...whose name escaped her at this particular point. Rogan tried to veer off the other way, hoping Alycen would follow, but it didn’t really happen like that. She’d seen the redhead at the stables, with her friend Mackenzie, the jockey who seemed to be skipping school all over the place these days. The one who’d arrived in the middle of the year and had immediately formed a friendship with the girl her blonde-haired twin was currently heading straight for. Rogan backed off a step, wondering if she could get out of this, but Ally’s hand shot out and dragged her right back. Something she should have seen coming, she supposed. This wouldn’t be fun for any of them but Alycen, but there wasn’t really much Rogan could do without starting an argument right there in the canteen, and if there was one thing she hated more than watching her sister take advantage of other people’s misfortunes, it was being in the spotlight. So she went along with it, even if it was reluctantly. Alycen wouldn’t care as long as she didn’t put up a fight.

Back on point, the Mason girl and Kenz seemed to be perfectly nice sorts of people, even if they did keep to themselves most of the time. There was that other friend of theirs too, the mechanic that worked with Morgan’s – oh yes, that was her name – brother. A strange trio, perhaps, but they all seemed to get along like a house on fire. Better than Rogan did with her sister and the other pair of twins, at any rate. For a minute, Rogan wished she was back on the sand by the lake, having another one of those odd conversations with Simon, but she supposed that would be too much to ask for. Alycen stopped by Morgan’s table, blue eyes lingering on her for a moment. Blue eyes, the same colour as Rogan’s own, which was possibly the only thing that marked them as sisters. Still though, it was enough; that striking sky blue was enough to catch anybody’s attention, and so when they looked at Rogan, they saw Alycen in those eyes. Something she couldn’t really blame them for, when the small brunette hadn’t made an effort to distinguish any feature of her personality from her counterpart, other than being a little less raucous all the time. She couldn’t help but flinch when she heard Ally begin to speak, visibly so.

”You’re that jock’s friend, right?”

For a second, Rogan wasn’t entirely sure who she meant. Then she realised she was talking about Kenz, not Braxton. Although either one would have worked she supposed, because Morgan had been friends with him too, before he’d trundled off to who knew where. The absent hand gesture was what gave it away, carelessly indicating the height thing. The ‘height thing’ being that Mackenzie was no taller than five feet one at best, something that marked her out from everyone else. Of course, only Alycen would think it was perfectly acceptable to mention it when she’d never even spoken to the girl.

Typical, but Rogan didn’t bother to correct her.

[Morgan Georgia Mason]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #ff8952 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] this is the way you left, i'm not pretending Morgan had just managed to scrounge up an appetite to eat with some sort relish, and not mechanically as she had been, when she saw the familiar pair of twins walk up to the table, and with it, she felt her appetite disappear almost instantly. Putting down the sandwich, she looked at the pair, and swallowed, knowing that this was just another day in her life in high school. A life she was quickly starting to hate and despise. I don't know where she is, Morgan answered, biting back the sharp retorts that she wanted to snap at the pair. Morgan was still confused over what she had done to garner this type of attention from the biggest pain in the asses she had ever met, but it was a question she would not ask. She returned her attention back to her maths book, effectively blocking them out, or well, at least trying to. Theorems weren't making sense, and Morgan wasn't focussed on her work. It was just an excuse, hoping that Alycen and Rogan would disappear for the rest of the lunch break. It was unlikely, but, she was allowed to hope, wasn't she? Her thoughts strayed back to her horses. At the barns they had the decency to let her be, but Morgan didn't feel safe there either. The horses were comfort, and having to work to competition horses a day, well, that kept her busy enough, but it felt like she was living on tenterhooks, waiting for something to happen. If only her mother was here. She'd know what to do, but Morgan realised that if her mother was still alive, she would never have been reunited with Scott or have moved to Addison. Everything would have been so different. no hope, no love, no glory, no happy ending tagged tags words 0 muse muse notes notes credits irish & mika! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[Alycen Savita Weaver]

Alycen was so bored it wasn’t even funny. For some reason, Rogan had been even more quiet and unwilling to even hold a conversation with her since they’d moved to Addison, and it was starting to piss her older twin off. Rogan was meant to be there to entertain her sister when there was nobody else to do that job for her, and in return Ally’s position in school hierarchy extended to her sister as well. That was how their deal worked, how it always had worked. Oh, she knew that the brunette didn’t fit in among the circle of friends they currently had, but the problem was that Rogan didn’t seem to want to fit in with them, and she seemed damned well determined to be interested in everything the blonde didn’t want to her to. Music, for example: it wouldn’t have done for Rogan just to listen to the mainstream, popular stuff that everyone else listened to, oh no. She loved the indie bands and her more alternative music when they weren’t with Charmaine and Phoenix. Frankly, it was getting tiring.

So when she’d clocked Morgan, well, she’d decided that she may as well alleviate her own boredom instead of waiting for her stubborn twin to do it for her. Still silently wondering what was up with Rogan even as they stood by the redhead, Alycen’s eyes flicked back down to Morgan when she replied. Now, truth be told, if Morgan had decided to turn around and lash out in return, the Weavers probably would have backed off and left her alone. Both Alycen and Rogan could see that she was dying to – Rogan even looked slightly sympathetic towards her – but she didn’t, instead just spitting out a short reply in an effort to send them on their way. Alycen knew it was hard for Rogan to stand and watch what her twin did to others, but it was a form of control over both of them. If she upset Morgan enough, Ally just knew she would make Rogan feel guilty and then her sister would do whatever she asked in order to try and rid herself of a guilty conscience. Plus, if you were as quiet as Kenz and Morgan were, you just happened to be asking for some sort of trouble.

”It wasn’t her” Alycen responded pointedly as she leant over and flipped the textbook in front of the other girl closed, ”I was looking for.”