AN: Please note, that I do not own any of these characters. They all belong
to Cate Tiernan, and the only thing I own, is the story line. I appreciate
Cate Tiernan's work dearly, and wouldn't dare to take anything that wasn't
mine. Thank you!! R&R!
The next morning was like any other. It was friday, and we had a week off next week. Perfect time to find Cal. Mary K. screamed my name, but unlike every other morning where I would leap out of bed, I just stayed there, lying perfectly still. The thought of Cal back re-entered my mind, and I didn't want to move, let alone go to school. I could always pretend I'm sick, but then out comes the thermometer. Oh well, I'll just go.
"Morgan!!" My mother yelled. I groggily opened my eyes, and not wanting to ruin my mother's perfectly cheerful dispesition, I stumbled out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. I loved sleeping in late. My mom, dad, and Mary K were all morning people, while on the other hand, I hated it. The reason?? Simple. I was adopted. I hadn't found out until about a year ago.
My birth mothers name was Maeve Riordan, and she was married to Angus Bramson. Angus, however, was not my birth father. Ciaran MacEwan, the head of Amyranth, was my birth father, and he had recently tried to kill me. It's a bit confusing.
"Morgan?? Are you up?? Bree called for you, and told me to tell you she's picking you up!!" I stumbled on my way to the washroom, and turned on the hot water. Off came my pyjamas, and into the shower I stepped. The water had just the perfect temperature as it streamed down my face and my nude body. The smell of blueberry pancakes woke me up, and I rushed out of the shower so that I could finally eat a warm meal.
I wrapped a fluffy pink towel around my body, and brushed my hair. While it was still wet, I quickly plaited it into a braid. I had mastered the talent, since every morning was the same routine. I quickly pulled on my pair of jeans, and grabbed a t-shirt from my old wooded drawer. I trotted down the stairs, and pulled up a seat at the table. A diet coke was standing where my orange juice would be if I didn't despise the stuff.
"Good morning miss Morgan." Mary K. said, sitting right across from me. I ignored her, and looked at the stack of fluffly pancakes just sitting there, longing to be in my tummy.
"How are you feeling honey??" My mom was too overprotective. "Mary K. told me that you felt sick yesterday, and stayed home from school. You should've told me first, but I know that it was at the last minute, so you're off the hook..." My mother rambled on and on about how I was irresponcible of letting Hunter drive Mary K. to school, but I couldn't focus on her. The image of Cal's face kept popping into my head, and I couldn't help but wonder who that girl was with him in the park.
"Hello!! Mars to Morgan!!" My mother looked at her sister wide-eyed, and questioned her.
"Mary K, isn't it 'Earth' to Morgan??" Mary K nodded.
"Yeah, but she looks too spaced out to be on earth. She's probably near Mars by now. But now I'm thinking of calling her to Jupiter." When Mary K finished talking, a car horn brought me back. I grabbed my diet coke and school bag, and ran out of the door, without saying goodbye.
"Hey!!" Bree said as I slid into the passengers seat of the car. She started her car, and it purred like a kitten. "How's it goin'??" She was graceful, and looked beautiful in her long purple skirt. But, it was Bree. She looked beautiful in everything.
"It's fine." I wondered if I should tell her about Cal being back. She used to be my best friend.. I could tell her anything. "Um..." I began, but quickly stopped. She stopped at the stop sign, and kept driving.
"What?" she asked. I fumbled on my words, which was unlike me. I had to tell her, I thought. She'll believe me. She kept talking. "Listen Morgan, if you're gonna tell me, tell me now, because you know I can't wait long, I'm very impati-" I cut her off, and blurted everything out.
The next morning was like any other. It was friday, and we had a week off next week. Perfect time to find Cal. Mary K. screamed my name, but unlike every other morning where I would leap out of bed, I just stayed there, lying perfectly still. The thought of Cal back re-entered my mind, and I didn't want to move, let alone go to school. I could always pretend I'm sick, but then out comes the thermometer. Oh well, I'll just go.
"Morgan!!" My mother yelled. I groggily opened my eyes, and not wanting to ruin my mother's perfectly cheerful dispesition, I stumbled out of bed, and walked into the bathroom. I loved sleeping in late. My mom, dad, and Mary K were all morning people, while on the other hand, I hated it. The reason?? Simple. I was adopted. I hadn't found out until about a year ago.
My birth mothers name was Maeve Riordan, and she was married to Angus Bramson. Angus, however, was not my birth father. Ciaran MacEwan, the head of Amyranth, was my birth father, and he had recently tried to kill me. It's a bit confusing.
"Morgan?? Are you up?? Bree called for you, and told me to tell you she's picking you up!!" I stumbled on my way to the washroom, and turned on the hot water. Off came my pyjamas, and into the shower I stepped. The water had just the perfect temperature as it streamed down my face and my nude body. The smell of blueberry pancakes woke me up, and I rushed out of the shower so that I could finally eat a warm meal.
I wrapped a fluffy pink towel around my body, and brushed my hair. While it was still wet, I quickly plaited it into a braid. I had mastered the talent, since every morning was the same routine. I quickly pulled on my pair of jeans, and grabbed a t-shirt from my old wooded drawer. I trotted down the stairs, and pulled up a seat at the table. A diet coke was standing where my orange juice would be if I didn't despise the stuff.
"Good morning miss Morgan." Mary K. said, sitting right across from me. I ignored her, and looked at the stack of fluffly pancakes just sitting there, longing to be in my tummy.
"How are you feeling honey??" My mom was too overprotective. "Mary K. told me that you felt sick yesterday, and stayed home from school. You should've told me first, but I know that it was at the last minute, so you're off the hook..." My mother rambled on and on about how I was irresponcible of letting Hunter drive Mary K. to school, but I couldn't focus on her. The image of Cal's face kept popping into my head, and I couldn't help but wonder who that girl was with him in the park.
"Hello!! Mars to Morgan!!" My mother looked at her sister wide-eyed, and questioned her.
"Mary K, isn't it 'Earth' to Morgan??" Mary K nodded.
"Yeah, but she looks too spaced out to be on earth. She's probably near Mars by now. But now I'm thinking of calling her to Jupiter." When Mary K finished talking, a car horn brought me back. I grabbed my diet coke and school bag, and ran out of the door, without saying goodbye.
"Hey!!" Bree said as I slid into the passengers seat of the car. She started her car, and it purred like a kitten. "How's it goin'??" She was graceful, and looked beautiful in her long purple skirt. But, it was Bree. She looked beautiful in everything.
"It's fine." I wondered if I should tell her about Cal being back. She used to be my best friend.. I could tell her anything. "Um..." I began, but quickly stopped. She stopped at the stop sign, and kept driving.
"What?" she asked. I fumbled on my words, which was unlike me. I had to tell her, I thought. She'll believe me. She kept talking. "Listen Morgan, if you're gonna tell me, tell me now, because you know I can't wait long, I'm very impati-" I cut her off, and blurted everything out.