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A\N: Merry belated Christmas and a happy 2008! Sorry, I have taken so long to update. Between my other fics, Christmas, New Year, my 18th birthday, exams, college and the lack of sleep, I haven't got around to updating this! So here it is and at the end will be a preview of chapter 3.
Widow's Vale High School, on way to History class:
"So how are you and Hunter?" Bree asked.
"We're good," I said blushing at the mention of my soul mate, Hunter Niall.
"I can see that," Bree said smiling at my red face. "So are you coming to the meeting tonight?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'll see you there," I said.
I walked into my last class of the day
25 minutes later,
Mrs Johnson was discussing World War One, when the door opened and the principal came in.
"Good afternoon Principal," Mrs Johnson said greeting him.
"Good afternoon Mrs Johnson, students," he said acknowledging the class. "May I borrow Morgan Rowland for the rest of this lesson?" he asked Mrs Johnson.
"Of course," Mrs Johnson said smiling.
I grabbed my bag and followed the Principal out of the classroom.
"Have I done something wrong?" I asked worried that I had done something wrong.
"No Morgan," he said.
He opened the door to his office and my dad was sitting there.
"Dad?" I asked shocked to see him sitting there, as he was supposed to be at work.
He turned and his eyes were bright red.
"Daddy, what's wrong?" I asked in a small voice.
"It's your mom, there was a car crash," he said coming over to me.
"Is she o.k.?" I asked worried that the answer would be something I didn't want to hear.
Dad shook his head. "She's dead, Morgan," he sobbed pulling me into a hug.
A week later,
The coffin started to be lowered into the ground.
"May the lord keep Mary Grace safe. We lay her body to the ground. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the priest said.
Mary K had her head in my shoulder as sobs emerged from her, Aunt Eileen was crying into Paula, dad had silently tears running down his face, but I could not cry.
The wake,
"Morgan?"
"I'm busy," I said returning to the washing up.
"Morgan, please. We just want to talk," Bree sadly said.
I spun back round to find Bree, Hunter, Sky, Robbie, Matt, Jenna, Ethan and Sharon standing there.
"I'm busy," I snapped.
"Morgan," Sky said softly staring at me. "We need to talk."
"I have just buried my mother, my whole family is falling apart, so don't mind me if I don't feel like talking!" I snapped before stalking out.
A\N: I hope you all enjoyed and here is a preview of chapter 3.
"You missed the meeting," Raven said.
"I have more in my life than Wicca," I snapped before stalking off.
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