It was a bright sunny Los Angeles Saturday morning, Morgan then had just woke up. She walked down the hall and got dressed into ripped jeans, white converse, and a white lace tank top. She then, as usual, went to do her hair and braided it into two french braids. Also, she did her makeup. She then went into the kitchen and sat down for breakfast. As she waited for her breakfast to be done, she grabbed a photo from their table. It was a picture of her with her parents. Her mother, who has been dead now for 7 years, and her father who is in Tokyo for work. Tears filled her eyes, she took a deep breath. She knew that what she was doing made her happy and proud. She then went back to her room and got her paint bag filled with different styles of brushes and different colors and tones of each.