#morganh

[forever19-gossip]

Morgan is back now, what do you think about her late comeback?

I missed M&M the moment she vanished, but knowing Matt and his ways it might not be long before we see something between them.

[forever19-gossip]

Oooh, Torres and Morgan are back.

I missed them. Time for some fatherly Torres and single Morgan.

[forever19-gossip]

Miss Morgan. She is the only islander that hasn't gotten on my nerves.

She’s also been MIA, hopefully getting some well-deserved rest somewhere peaceful. She is a favorite though.

[forever19-gossip]

3 favorite girls/guys, & 3 least favorite.

Favorites:

Beckett

Marissa

Morgan

Ayden

Oliver

Eric

Least favorites:

Isis

Lindsay

Heather

Evan

Alec

Colby

[forever19-gossip]

Opinions on Alec, Evan, and Morgan

Alec: Did he forget he has a wife and kid? He’s hot but it ain’t worth it if he’s not around.

Evan: I liked him better when he was with Athena. I had faith he would be one of the last sane ones but then he went MIA and I lost interest.

Morgan: Cute and clever, Morgan is on my favorites list for sure.

[forever19-gossip]

Favorite couple?

That’s tough, but I’ll say M&M.

[forever19-gossip]

I LOVE Matt and Morgan. I didn't think I would at the start, but somehow they seem to jell.

What’s their ship name again? M&M? They are cute though, I have to agree. Two quirky people with puppy crushes on each other.

[the-choosingceremony-blog]

Morgan Harrell: Dauntless Born

The only thing Morgan could think while the Choosing Ceremony came to a start was fuck this shit.

The spectacle that was made out of this was ridiculous to her. Families were about to be torn apart, yet the parents of the sixteen-year-olds were either too oblivious or too stubborn to accept that their children were transferring.

She wondered if her parents had figured it out yet.

It wasn’t that she hated her family; in fact, they’d grown to be more supportive than Morgan had expected. They didn’t scold her when she raged in the house anymore, instead, quietly ignored her. Her brother was the asshole of the house, though, and the only thing she could say to him was good riddance.

And then there was Derek to think about. He’d be going to the land of the Stiffs, or worse, joining the peace lovers to begin the never ending cycle of eating that goddamn bread. Morgan knew just fine that he didn’t agree with the Dauntless, but to transfer to Amity would be committing social suicide. If only he could make his choice before her so she could follow him wherever he went. Not that she could survive in either of his aptitudes. She’d rather go factionless than be stuck with the bread heads, but if he’d chosen one of the factions she was stuck between—the one she didn’t choose—Morgan would be in an eternally sour mood.

She caught a glimpse of Penn; his blond hair easy to find in the line of people ahead of her. Sure, she was taller than him, but Morgan’s height allowed her to peer over the gap between them. Leaving Dauntless would also mean losing any chances at all or ever being with him. Everyone knew he was staying in Dauntless; you’d have to be blind if you couldn’t see it. It was the only time that that Mariah girl wasn’t by his side as she usually was, and always would be.  They were destined to be together someday, and while admiring Penn from afar wasn’t so bad, Morgan couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy whenever the two were together.

Contrary to some others’ feelings, Morgan was thankful her name was in the first half of the alphabet, and, to be honest, she felt a bit of empathy for the person who had to go first. It gave her more time to evaluate her options; something she hadn’t done too long beforehand. Her Dauntless instincts told her to go with her gut, which meant staying in her home faction, but, if she were in Erudite, they’d want her to come up with the pros and cons of each faction or some crap like that.

Her gut, as well as her heart, told her to stick with Dauntless. It was her home; always had been, always would be, no matter where she went to. The aptitude results were merely a confirmation of where she truly belonged. It was where her heart would always lie, Erudite or not. The thrills the faction was notorious for made her veins wired with adrenaline; the fear absent once she embarked whatever insane stunt she tried to pull.

But then, there was her disability—her disease, as some called it. Her tormenters all resided in Dauntless and, whether she liked it or not, the boy she liked was one of them. It was a constant target on her back, and each one of her predators kept hitting its bull’s-eye. A one-way-ticket out of her home faction was exactly what Morgan needed, but was it what she wanted, too?

Erudite would be a struggle for Morgan, but she’d surely scrape by during initiation. It couldn’t be that hard, right? She’d find an Abnegation to tutor her or something, God knows she’d need it, and she’d get by. Sure, she might be ranked last, but choosing the intelligence faction seemed so…right. Her safety would be ensured if she could place somewhere during initiation, and maybe, just maybe, she could fix herself. She could find a way to fix whatever the hell it was she had, and, just maybe, help whoever else out there that was like her. It was all she ever wanted to do since she’d gotten this disorder: make it cease to exist. That was something she could only do in Erudite. In Dauntless, sure, she could ensure the safety of whoever was like her, but she wouldn’t have to do that if whatever the fuck this disease shit was wasn’t ever present. And, as heartless and brutal the Dauntless were supposed to be, Morgan couldn’t stand to think anyone would have to go through the same thing she was. It was awful, and even though she hated nearly everyone in the entire city, she wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemy.

The names trickled down the line, getting up to an Amity girl whose last name started with an M. She looked confused as the knife sliced through her hand, and Morgan rolled her eyes in impatience. But if she didn’t choose soon, she’d look the same way. She sighed in frustration; the two Erudite girls she was sandwiched between beginning to irritate her. She hoped neither of them would stay in their home faction, because she wasn’t sure how she was going to deal with the one choosing after her: a redhead who held her hand on her hip, looking eager to get her turn.

Before she knew it, the Abnegation girl a few people in front of her was being dragged to make her choice. Her name was announced as Eve Hopkins or something like that, and the look in her eyes told Morgan that she was having trouble deciding, too. Except, unlike before, Morgan was thankful the girl was taking her time. It meant her turn would be delayed as much as possible. She peered over the people behind her to look for Derek: the only person getting her through this whole Academy thing. He was so far away, but she suddenly wanted to change last names with him so she could be second-to-last to choose, too.

Morgan didn’t hear her name called, but she felt the small shove that the Erudite girl beside her gave when it was obvious she wasn’t paying attention. Rolling her eyes as she took the knife, she sliced her hand without hesitation, but it was moments before she could bear to drip her hands over one of the five bowls in front of her.

She imagined that if she was ever to stay in Dauntless, one of her fears would be decision, because God knew how bad Morgan was at it. She looked at her family: her parents holding an eager smile, confident their daughter would choose her home faction, but her brother sat with a smug smirk; as though he’d figured it out before her parents had. Morgan flashed back a grimace at him, and it was all she could do before her middle finger found its way toward his direction.

Peering back towards Derek, she imagined what he would say to her if he was beside her. He’d tell her to choose where she felt she belonged, but, if she had to be honest, it was wherever he was. But, as it was just her luck, she wouldn’t know where he was going to go until after she chose.

She wanted Dauntless, but she needed Erudite.

The Dauntless would tell her to be impulsive, and she was going to do just that. Her eyes found her family again, and she flashed a fake apologetic smile their way. She wasn’t really sorry; it was them who wanted to make her transfer, but, after this, they’d never know. They’d want nothing to do with her, and that was okay. Morgan had to do this for herself, for the people just like she was. Although her hand hovered over the coals of her home faction, it was the water that her blood turned a darker shade of crimson red.

Erudite.