Caleb sighed as he sat up and ran his hand through his sandy brown hair, cursing his luck at being caught and forced to make the decision between his life and the girl that he dared to say that he had fallen in love with, even if she was just a character from one of his dreams. Dozens of questions bounced around in his head, demanding answers, but the loudest of them was also the simplest - 'What did I do to deserve this?'

"Wake up, Caleb," the voice of his mother called as she banged on his door, "you'll miss the bus if you don't get up."

"Alright," he shouted at her, "I'm up, I'm up already. I'll be down to grab some breakfast in a few minutes; just let me get dressed." Despite what he had just said, he collapsed backwards onto the bed again, dreading going to school for another day. He, like every other teenager, hated school and couldn't wait to graduate, but unlike most other students he often had to deal with flak about his choice of religion because he accidentally let it slip that he was a Wiccan.

One would think that since it was the twenty-first century that people would learn to accept other people's religion, but he had no such luck, as he lived in a small town in which a lot of the population still equated his religion with Satanism. Regardless, he had learned to deal with other people, and even managed to make a couple of friends. He sighed and got out of his bed, more worried about what was going to happen with him and Ashley than what the closed minded kids at school thought about him. He tried not to be too worried about the whole give up his life for his love choice, but it would be a lot easier if he knew what would happen after he made the decision.

"So," he said as he made his way into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, "what's for breakfast?"

"Get out of the fridge," she called to him from the counter without looking up from the onion she was cutting, "I've already made you a bowl of cereal and put it on the table in the living room, now hurry up."

"Okay, thanks," he replied absently as he walked into the living room and sat down at the table to eat. Soon the bowl was empty, almost before he realized it, and he was walking back into the kitchen to put the bowl in the sink before kissing his mother goodbye and running out of the door.

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