"Guns don't kill people. People will mustaches do." Herp, derp. < That is literally what I deal with every single day of my life, so it's honestly a miracle that I'm still alive. Or maybe I'm some kind of zombie, intelligence kidnapped and sacrificed to rednecks. So, I'm Morgan. I look angry almost all the time, and I have no idea why. I'm in a nationally ranked show choir, and I'm taking multiple A.P. courses at my high school, where I am a junior. Basically, I'm that weird chick with the skinny jeans, band t-shirt, and scene hair that walks past you in the hallway, probably cursing the public school system for forcing me to deal with life-forms that don't have an I.Q. higher that -2.