 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Morgan continued to squint at the doomsday message on the board from his seat. It probably would have held more weight last term with the red sky and the crazy storm and the progressive disappearance of their corporal bodies. So, he just kind of stared at it until he eventually lost interest and turned his attention on Schmoe when he started class.
Oh. Pollution. As in it was slowly killing the earth? Morgan would have to admit that he'd never really given that subject all that much though, be he DID know what pollution was. In a very elementary way at least.
"Yeah, cars make pollution," he offered after raising his hand, expanding on what that other girl said. His parents had a car so he knew a little bit about them. "There's this pipe at the back of them and sometimes smoke comes out of it." Don't ask him specifics, he wasn't a mechanic. "And that kind of pollution makes it hard to breathe."
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |