Post by Rowan of Asgard on May 25, 2015 14:57:05 GMT -5
POV Morgan Galahad
That morning they woke up to one of their siblings shaking them wildly, the magical alarm clock that is the Apollo cabin had picked a song that was too quiet to wake Morgan up. "Huh what, who is under attack, where's my quiver I'll shoot them. Scrap that I'll punch them!" They said half asleep, probably loud enough so that the entire cabin could hear their babbling. They could see the mouth of the boy who woke them up moving and heard a vague whisper. "Ehm bro speak up I can't hear you..." Morgan said, slightly mad, stupid ears. After he told them louder they got it, slept trough the music. Which was weird since nobody heard the same song, you'd think they'd hear a loud song, like they usually do, now Morgan heard none, so for all they knew the song they were supposed to be hearing right now was "happy birthday" which would be weird since it was not Morgan's birthday. Anyways Morgan had the attention drawn to them again so that sucked, hello grumpy Morgan.
They got up and got dressed, ran their hand through their short hair, which did the job for doing their hair. Morgan grabbed their bow and quiver and swung them over their shoulder, their bright colours standing out since Morgan's shirt was a boring gray one with a tiny embroidered sun on the chest pocket of the shirt. Then they stepped outside the cabin, after one of their half siblings forced the door open, which was even more stuck that it usually was. After she almost fell, you know the usual way,-Apollo campers exiting their cabin is probably the least graceful thing since they hardly ever do it without falling-. Morgan stepped outside, the sunbeams touching their skin, their warmth spreading across their body, this always made Morgan smile. Good morning dad, they thought. A song began playing playing in their head, and they began humming along with "True colours" when they heard a noise, Morgan looked around and saw their half goat half man friend, Grant charging at them, his brown curls happily bouncing around his horns. That still looked weird, him without his beany, the two used to be inseparable. After they wished each other good morning he told them he was going to the forest, Morgan was kind of bummed that he had to leave again but they waved and he ran off, turning around at one point to avoid running into somebody, then looked at Morgan and signed that they should turn around. Which Morgan did, another camper was approaching them.
That morning they woke up to one of their siblings shaking them wildly, the magical alarm clock that is the Apollo cabin had picked a song that was too quiet to wake Morgan up. "Huh what, who is under attack, where's my quiver I'll shoot them. Scrap that I'll punch them!" They said half asleep, probably loud enough so that the entire cabin could hear their babbling. They could see the mouth of the boy who woke them up moving and heard a vague whisper. "Ehm bro speak up I can't hear you..." Morgan said, slightly mad, stupid ears. After he told them louder they got it, slept trough the music. Which was weird since nobody heard the same song, you'd think they'd hear a loud song, like they usually do, now Morgan heard none, so for all they knew the song they were supposed to be hearing right now was "happy birthday" which would be weird since it was not Morgan's birthday. Anyways Morgan had the attention drawn to them again so that sucked, hello grumpy Morgan.
They got up and got dressed, ran their hand through their short hair, which did the job for doing their hair. Morgan grabbed their bow and quiver and swung them over their shoulder, their bright colours standing out since Morgan's shirt was a boring gray one with a tiny embroidered sun on the chest pocket of the shirt. Then they stepped outside the cabin, after one of their half siblings forced the door open, which was even more stuck that it usually was. After she almost fell, you know the usual way,-Apollo campers exiting their cabin is probably the least graceful thing since they hardly ever do it without falling-. Morgan stepped outside, the sunbeams touching their skin, their warmth spreading across their body, this always made Morgan smile. Good morning dad, they thought. A song began playing playing in their head, and they began humming along with "True colours" when they heard a noise, Morgan looked around and saw their half goat half man friend, Grant charging at them, his brown curls happily bouncing around his horns. That still looked weird, him without his beany, the two used to be inseparable. After they wished each other good morning he told them he was going to the forest, Morgan was kind of bummed that he had to leave again but they waved and he ran off, turning around at one point to avoid running into somebody, then looked at Morgan and signed that they should turn around. Which Morgan did, another camper was approaching them.
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