This is when Morgan is with Hunter, and after Morgan and Bree fight. Morgan's point of view. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the books, but I have read them all.

Full Moon

"Oh my god! I am soo late!" I ran downstairs only to find that my family is sitting at the table, going about their usual business.

"Hello! Don't you guys see what time it is?" I yelled.

It was eight o' clock in the morning, and we were supposed to leave at 8:10. We were going on a vacation, and it would take us 3 hours to get there, not to mention pick up Killian, Bree, and Hunter.

Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Morgan. I am a very strong witch and I am a direct descendant of the Woodbane clan. I am adopted, and my new family is a pure Christian family. Figures, huh? Anyways, my birth mom is dead, and my birth dad is currently in a hospital somewhere. We had to strip him of his powers because he had tried to kill me, Killian, Hunter, Bree, and my entire city. Not exactly fatherly, now is it?

Anyways, back to the story.

"Oh, sorry Morgan." My dad said.

"We forgot to tell you that the clocks were changed an hour behind today." My sister came up behind me, and scared the crap out of me.

"For once you're up early" my mom concluded.

"Can you people stop doing that!" I said.

"Doing what?" my family said at the same time.

"That! One person starts talking, then the other, then the last; or you're all speaking at the same time. It's creepy! I'm going back to sleep. Wake me up in half an hour."

In half an hour, I got up again, washed my face, ate breakfast, and brushed my teeth, and got into the car in only 15 minutes.

"Wow. That's a record for me." I simply stated.

"What was that honey?" my mom said from the front seat.

"Never mind" I rolled my eyes. I guess they just didn't care that it was a record. Oh well. No use crying over spilled milk. Might as well go on with my life.

As we were starting to leave, my sister, Mary K., shouted, "Oh my God! I forgot Curtis!"

Curtis is her "female" stuffed quacking duck. That thing is so flippin annoying! If you squeeze its stomach, it'll quack for about five minutes.

Everyone in the car groaned. Everyone hated that stupid toy. But nonetheless, my parents stopped the care, let her get out, and go and get her stupid toy.

"Why did you even let her get it?" I asked my parents when Mary K. left the car.

"Because you did the same thing when you were her age. Sometimes you did evn worse." Her dad answered.

"No way. Not me! I was way too quite!" I replied. I heard my mom say "hmpf" from the first seat, and I rolled my eyes to the ceiling.

When Mary K. got back into the car, and they were finally on their way.

I fell asleep after about an hour drive. Bree and Hunter were in New York, so we had abut three more hours until we got there. So I was surprised when my dad all of a sudden stopped the car.

"Mmmm, what's going on? Why'd we stop?" I asked.

"Morgan...it's for you..." Her mom barely got out.

"Huh?" I got out of the car, only to find someone all too familiar standing before me.

"Hey Morgan. Nice to see you again."

Sorry, I am still currently working on the story. Please be patient. I have school, testing, karate, and homework to deal with. I'll try to work on it as much as I can. Rate please!