Disclaimer: I don't own the WB's show Charmed (Which sucks coz like the show is the best) and I don't own Drew Fuller (That is stupid Sarah Carter's fault. That's why my plan is to kill her and reclaim back my Man) But I do own Melinda (My own Character, YAY!)

Authors Notes: I though of this lovely little idea when I was just flicking through Fan. Fiction looking for a good Chris Fic and knowing my luck there wasn't one (I was bored as well which didn't help in the slightest)

The story is about Chris meeting Bianca in High School, just before the 'Big Event' happens (if you know what I mean) and Wyatt is starting to be his evil self (Like he is) Wyatt is 15, Chris 14 & Melinda 12. So read on and see what you think.

The first part is in Chris Point Of Vie, telling you about his life and all firstly. (God, I love Chris Perry Halliwell)


I remember that day like it was yesterday, this was the day when my life turned around for good. I remember waking up, to find the sun shining through my room, as it usually did and the sweet smell of autumn in the air. My eyes were tired and not use to the amount of light shining through, and I slowly sat up to look at my clock, on my desk, showing the digits, 7am. I groaned when it struck me what today was. Today was the beginning of Term again, summer was over and I had to go through another year of torture and work.

'Chris, wake up! It's time for school. Get up or you going to be late!'

The voice rang up the stairs to my Room. The sound of my Mom's voice. I felt I didn't want to get up, no actually I knew I didn't want to get up. I hated school, so much. It was nothing but a torture zone for me. I rubbed my hands down my face, to try and wipe away the tiredness I felt, and then with great effect, I forced myself to sit up in bed even though my limb body felt lifeless and I could feel the tug on it, saying, 'No! No! Don't make me go back! Please!'

I got up out of bed and walked limply over to the great mirror hanging on the back of my door. I stared into it, looking at a youngish boy with messed up brown hair, standing up in every direction, with tired green eyes and a grin look on his face. I was looking at myself and how bad I really looked; it was like something out of a Horror Movie or something you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night.

'Hurry up Chris! You don't want to be late on your first day!' Piper voice rang up the stairs to him again.

'I'm coming, Mom!' I yelled back to her, and then sighed.

My Mom was the most important thing to me in the whole World; we were like to peas in a pod as you say. We were really close, which usually doesn't happen in my family, you would always predict it would be a Father Son thing, but not in my family. In my family, Wyatt had taken up the role of 'Daddy's Favourite Son.'

I sighed again, coming back to my thoughts of reality, and leaned my head against the wall, to carm my frustration, and my eyes turned to look at my clock, which now showed 7:25am. I was so surprised how fast time had gone in so many little moments, I didn't realise daydreaming went really fast. I took my head off the wall and started to dress myself.

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I came running down the stairs, for I was now running late since it took me even longer to get ready because I could find nothing to wear in my Wardrobe. Might have been because I hated to shop, and well I had a short lack of clothes, and even in my usual short amount was I had half of them in the wash, making my amount of clothes even smaller than before.

I walked into the Kitchen, to see my Mom, cooking breakfast like she usually does. My Mom is incredible in the Kitchen, and can make almost anything to everything. I even heard from old tales off her that she used to work in an old Restaurant called Quake, but she gave it up for our club, P3 instead. There was a faint smell of the toast and jam, in the air and the sizzling of Bacon cooking on the Oven, which was my favourite food ever and how my Mom cooked it was well, incredible.

'Morning Chris, today's my big day and I'm so excited!'

This voice came from a little brown haired girl, with hazel nut-brown eyes who resembled a smaller version of Piper. This was my little 12 year old sister, Melinda who was sat at the table eating away at a piece of toast covered in lumps of jam. Today was her big day, well as she called it, but was like the day my nightmares began. She was starting High School, today, my High School for the first time and she was excited about it.

Next to her sat a good looking, muscular boy with blond curly long hair, and deep blue eyes. This was my 15-year-old brother, Wyatt, also known as the 'Twice Blessed Child'. I remember Wyatt sniggering at me when I walked into the Kitchen, which was because as was late and now Mom was going to kill me.

My Mom turned round to look at me; just standing there not moving like I was paralysed or something. She just sighed and placed her hands on her hips. I could tell she was frustrated, trying to get three kids to school on time without blowing the house down, and I wasn't helping.

'Chris I cooked your favourite for breakfast, you better hurry up if you want to get it and be on school on time.'

I knew that she was being nice to me, to cover up the fact I was late, yet she never liked to yell at me, and she would always saw the positive side to everything and make everything out like it was ok. She did this a lot, because all her life (All her Witchy life) she had dreamed to be normal, to have a normal life.

She started dishing the Bacon onto a plate, and the moment I saw it, I knew I could stomach it. My stomach felt sick, well more nervous and all twisted inside. This was because in the pit of my stomach, I knew I didn't want to go back to School.

'It's ok Mom. I'm not hunger.' I said putting my hand out to reassure her. She turned round to look out me, with concern. She knew I never missed breakfast, neither my Bacon, unless there was something wrong.

'Are you sure? It's bacon, Chris. You love your Bacon and never miss it.'

'Yeah, yeah I'm sure. I just don't feel hunger that's all. Just properly nerves of going back to school or something.'

She nods, and turns back to her Bacon, which was now going to waste. She never knew how much I hated School, not really anyone knew that properly apart from Wyatt. He was the main concern I hated School, as you will soon find why.

Authors End Note: Ok so this is the first Chappie. (Not bad for a beginning I say) I know it's really short (Please don't hurt me for that, I'm sorry) and not very exciting,(You got to have the boring bit before the exciting bit) but I had to write firstly how Chris feels in his life and all.(Which is not very good for him , poor Chris) I promise it will get better, but you have to explain things and all first.

The next bit will show you Chris' life at School and then how his life turns around. (It's a surprise, I'm not telling you of course. You have to beg the next Chappie out of my in a review) So will you please review to tell me how I've done, and to do that just click that very shiny, attractive Button on your left (Not as attractive as Drew but not the point)