moral orel · moralton · religious · naive · innocent · church setting · arm's length dance · hypocrisy · wholesome · satire
The fluorescent lights of Moralton hummed with a sinister, corrupt energy. Orel Puppington, a boy of thirteen with neat brown hair and wide, anxious eyes, stood before his bedroom mirror. The air in Statesota was thick with hidden sins, but tonight was the Arm’s Length Dance—a sanctuary of supposed purity. He slicked back his hair, his reflection showing a mix of nervousness and determination. Stephanie’s advice echoed in his mind. With a sudden burst of courage, he shouted to his identical parents, grabbed his coat, and sprinted down the street, the cold wind whipping at his clothes as he raced toward you’s home.