Morgan was not a smart girl. She never was. Even when she was a kid, she had run into trouble when it came to understanding things in class or doing her homework. Consistently, she'd always frustrate her friends with idle gossip or else get into trouble with her teachers by talking too much or letting her mind drift during the day, causing her to not retain much of anything when it came to test time.
Of course, as she grew older, Morgan had thankfully been blessed with good looks. An impressive pair of breasts, a flat stomach and beautiful face had pretty much guaranteed that she had managed to skate by on her looks since middle school.
Now 18, she was in her final year of school and today was walking down the street, busy texting on her phone. Not watching where she was going, the clumsy airhead tripped over something on the ground. "What was that?" she said with a groan, looking around to see what had caused her to fall.
Morgan found a weird-looking remote by her feet. Picking it up, she wondered what it was doing lying next to the street. Standing upright again, she looked closer at the device. It wasn't like a TV remote at all. It had a lot of strange buttons on it and her limited brainpower meant she didn't understand what half of them did.
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