A/N: Hey! I hope you liked my first chapter! I hope you like my next chapter! I changed Morgan's name to Morgan Bramson since her father in my story is Angus. So here it is!

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Dream

Morgan's POV

I slammed the door of my Das Boot shut and fumbled with my bag to find my keys, unzipping every pocket hurriedly trying to find it. I groaned as I realised that I've left it on the kitchen bench. After one last frustrated kick at my car, I turned and bolted into the school.

I skidded to a halt at the door of my next class, Trig, my favourite subject. I was out of breath, panting hard as I opened the door. My teacher, Ms. Kanwey was already demonstrating something. Oh great, I thought, I've missed roll call. She turned to me with a frown on her face, which practically shouted 'late slip'.

"This is the third time in a row this week that you have showed up late!" she scowled.

"I'm so sorry," I said meekly. She looked at me as if an apology wasn't enough. What else was I supposed to say?

She just handed me a late slip and added, "take your seat Morgan."

I nodded and made my way to sit down next to Bree whom faithfully saved me a seat. I practically collapsed into my chair. The late nights are taking its toll. I've been staying up studying the names of plants and what they are used for. There are over 150 plants which is a lot. I sighed. My wiccan training has been more intense lately. I do fine in the practical stuff but in theory, I'm struggling. Alyce has been constantly reminding me that I have to know the theory to do the practical magick. All this staying up has also affected my grades. Even in Trig, my best subject, I get under average. Ms. Kanwey had given me a look when I came to collect my paper. The look shouted 'what is wrong with you?' Ms. Kanwey is big on 'looks'. I merely shrugged. Mum said you have to be committed to be a witch and you have to make sacrifices. I guess my sacrifices are sleep and my grades. I have to say I'm not happy with this.

"You look like you've just got out of bed," Bree whispered. Bree's been my best-friend for 11 years. She's faithful and loyal and the best friend you can ever have.

I nodded to her statement, listless and overcome by fatigue. My eyelids drooped and I found myself nodding off to sleep.

I was walking in the wide open space of somewhere so familiar and comforting. I wanted to dance and celebrate. I could see the full moon from here. So round and riveting. I looked around and saw a majestic wolf. It's eyes were just as riveting as the moon. It was one with the moon. For some reason I wasn't afraid of it. I walked up to it and ruffled it's mane. It growled with pleasure.

Then I saw a little girl no older than 4 years old running towards someone or something behind me shouting, "Da!". Her mousy brown hair, stubby little feet and brown- hazel eyes were so familiar to me. My eyes grew wide as I realised it was me in my 4 year old form.

I watched as she passed me and ran into the arms of a man. The wolf was gone. "Da!" she yelled with glee and gave the man a huge hug. He smiled. But that's not my father, I thought.

I saw them playing around. Jumping up and down without a care in the world. When finally the man, who I just couldn't help note that he had the same eyes as the little girl, sat her down on his lap and sang her a small lullaby.

Catch a falling star….

The stars seemed to twinkle even more.

And put in you pocket…

A shooting star fell out of the sky

Don't let it go away…

With a flick of his hand, the shooting star landed in the little girls hand much to her delight. "Morgan," he whispered, "my, Morgan." "Morgan, Morgan, MORGAN!"

I woke up abruptly. I saw Ms. Kanwey looking at me furiously.

"How dare you fall asleep in my class, especially after you were late!" she spat, " now go to the principals office, she needs to speak to you and Bree."

I nodded, still a little shaken from the dream I had, and followed Bree out the door. Just before I went, Ms. Kanwey grabbed my arm and pleaded with me, " pull yourself together."

I looked at her in the eye and promised, " I will."