Umm… I'd say this was set in the future, about 18 years. Phoebe and Piper both have a daughter. Cole and the whole source thing never happened, and he still has demonic powers. Paige is around here somewhere. The basic gist of the story is Melinda and Paris, the two daughters, got to school late and meet two brothers. The two brothers just happen to be sons of warlocks, and eventually find out the two girls are descendants of the Charmed ones. The title will make since near the end of the story. Umm… so… enjoy!
"Paris, Get up!! We're going to be ate for school again!!"
Melinda yelled from the bottom of the stairs. Melinda was a junior at San Francisco High School. She was the daughter of Piper and Leo Halliwell-Wyatt. She had brown hair down to her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled through the thin pair glasses she wore. She could freeze time like her mother, and orb like her father. She was wearing a cream color sweater and some regular jeans. She was growing impatient as she eyed the clock, watching the time tick by.
Paris was upstairs curling her hair in the bathroom. She had only gotten up a ten minutes before Melinda had just called for her. She was the daughter of Phoebe and Cole Turner. She had light brown with blonde streaks through it. She was a freshman at the same school with Melinda. She could shimmer, and was learning how to control her levitating. Her brown eyes looked at her watch on her wrist and winced.
"Melinda is going to kill me." She muttered to herself and left the bathroom. She came galloping down the stairs in a black skirt that was a few inches above her knee, barely making dress code, and a dark red, short sleeve shirt to match. She began griping to herself about the homework assignments that were due that day.
"Obviously, you like to mess with me in the morning." Melinda said as Paris past by her to the kitchen. She walked in and grabbed her geometry book on the way to the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of water and headed towards her Aunt Piper to say good-bye.
"Gotta go, bye." She said hugging her and heading out.
"Wait a minute." Piper said, giving her a once over. Just as Paris was about to protest, Piper shoved a bagel in her mouth. "You can't go without breakfast." Piper smiled, and Paris left, gagging at the choking bagel.
Melinda was waiting in the car when Paris finally jumped in, throwing her bag in the back seat. Paris looked at Melinda, only to receive a glare back.
"Hey, we won't be late. We've got plenty of time." Paris said, trying to smooth out Melinda.
"That's funny, my clock is saying that the bell rang two minutes ago." Melinda pulled the car out of park, heading towards school, which was fifteen minutes away. They parked in the teacher's parking because Melinda was a top student there, and got these kinds of privileges. They both hopped out, and began to speed walk to their classrooms.
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"Mr. Feldmen, what are you doing here and not in class?" A woman in her late forties asked this young man. He looked about 17.
"I just got here."
"And that's an excuse?"
Just then, another young man came running up the hallway, stopping next to the other. He ran his fingers this his hair, trying to fix it from the running he just did.
"And why are you late?" The woman asked, turning to the other young man.
"I was with him." He pointed to the boy.
"He's my little brother." The boy responded.
Attention again was diverted, as Melinda and Paris were speed walking up the same hallway. The woman squinted her eyes to look at the two girls coming.
"Ms. Halliwell?" she asked slowly.
"Oh, good morning Ms. Rouges." She smiled pleasantly, trying to avoid getting into trouble.
"And Ms. Turner…" She said, kind of coldly.
"Mornin'." Paris said, pulling down her skirt.
"I don't know why you guys are tardy, but I want all of you to get to class now, or you'll all have detention." Ms. Rouges ordered.
The four teenagers looked at each other, and walked off. Paris was now at her locker, cursing at it because it wouldn't open. The boy from earlier, the little brother, was in the hallway when he noticed her. He fixed his hair real quickly, and casually walked over to her locker.
"Hey, need some help?" He said, leaning against the lockers next to hers.
"Sure… this stupid locker won't open." She looked up at him. She backed up as he approached it. "16-3-27"
He turned and twisted the lock to the numbers, and took one swift pull. The lock came down.
"Wow, thanks." Paris opened the locker and grabbed her books.
"I've got a question, do you know where room 316 is, because I was just transferred in there."
"First period, with Mrs. Justler?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I have her class too. Come on, you can walk with me."
"Cool. The name's Justin." The boy said, extending a hand.
"Paris." She said, shifting some books, and shaking his hand. "We'd better hurry… don't want to be late." Paris and Justin smiled as they walked out of the hallway.
****Lunch Time****
"I'll have a salad and water please." Melinda said, talking to the lunchroom lady. She returned and handed the items to her.
"That'll be 3.35." the woman told her. Melinda got out her wallet and began counting the change. Somebody then bumped into her, causing her to knock over her money. Her and the person turned around at the same time. It was that boy who was late this morning, the older one. He quickly mumbled sorry and began to pick up the change.
"Didn't I see you this morning? In the hallway?" Melinda said as he handed her the change.
"Yeah… running a little late. The name's Jack."
"Melinda." She replied, handing the lady the money.
"Do you… umm… want to eat lunch together?" Melinda cleared her throat, and took off her glasses.
"Umm… sure." She began cleaning her glasses and put them back on. She began to think of what just happened
Yeah, he looks the same to me as he did a few seconds ago. Why would this drop-dead gorgeous guy ask me to eat lunch with him? It's not like he's new and he doesn't realize how boring I can be. I was actually planning to be alone. Oh god, that's so pathetic. Looking forward to being alone is not cool. Arrrr….
Jack paid for his food, (small fries and a soda), and accompanied Melinda outside. They found some empty benches and sat down. It was nice, not a lot of people passed by it. Melinda was pouring the ranch dressing on her salad when Jack asked her a question.
"So Piper, any brothers or sisters?"
"Nope… I have a cousin, she kind of like a sister to me. You?"
"One, it was that guy I was with this morning."
"Oh…"
"What grade are you in?"
"Eleventh. Do you want me just tell you a short bio on myself or do you want to continue playing fifty question?"
"Sure."
"Ok, my name is Melinda Halliwell-Wyatt. I'm in eleventh grade and I'm seventeen. I live with my parents, my two aunts, one cousin, and one uncle in this manor. They did a little remodeling to fit us all. My cousin was that girl I was with, her name's Paris; we're like sisters. I'm usually alone, off doing something academic. Now you." Melinda said, signaling to Jack.
"My name is Jack Feldmen. I'm in eleventh grade and I'm also seventeen. I live with my parents and my little brother. His name is Justin, although he's can be a pain."
"I know the feeling, with Paris around."
"I'm usually the rebel of the family." Melinda laughed at his last comment.
****Next lunch period****
"Oh no, not again." Paris looked in her book bag for her purse.
"Problem?" Justin slid his tray up beside Paris's.
"I think I forgot my money."
"That's ok." He smiled at her. "I'll pay for both of us." Jack handed the lady some money.
"Oh, geez, thanks. I'll pay you back tomorrow."
"That's ok, it's on me for helping me to class." Melinda blushed.
Wow, cute and nice. Paris thought, He does look pretty good. That blonde hair really does highlight those blue eyes. What am I thinking? I know… I wouldn't mind going out with him anytime.
"Paris, you ok?" Jack asked. She had been zoned out for a while, still in line.
"Yeah, yeah." Paris bit her lip. "I guess I'll see you later." She waved and left.
****School just ended****
"Argh… I hate this locker it never works. It's like a deathtrap for my books. Take this!" Paris yelled at her locker, and hit it with her fist. She rolled over the locker next to hers, and leaned on it. A few seconds later, her locker popped open. She looked over quickly to see Justin standing there with a smile.
"Looked like you needed some help again."
"Geez, I can't stop thanking you today. I'll have to repay you somehow."
"How about a movie tonight?" He suggested, "I mean, if you're not seeing anyone and you're…"
"I'd love to." Paris cut him off.
"Cool, I'll call you."
"Wait, do you have my number?"
"Oooh, maybe I should ask for that."
"Here." Paris took his hand, and with a pen, she wrote her number.
"Thanks. I guess I'll see you tonight."
"Yeah…" Justin left and Paris sank her head in her locker.
***At the manor***
Paris dropped her bag at the door as she ran up the stairs to her room. Melinda came walking behind her into the house, shoving Paris's stuff to the side, and shutting the door. Piper came walking into the hallway to see her daughter walking slowly up the stairs.
"Hey, how was school?"
"Alright… I got an A on my physics test."
"Great. Was that Paris who I heard run in?"
"Yeah."
"What's with her?"
"She's got a date with some guy from school."
"So much like Phoebe at her age." Piper sighed, and walked about into the living room, to finish up some papers.
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This is only the beginning and it really depends on you guys to review it, whether or not I'll keep writing it. If no one wants to read it, well then what's the point in continuing? So it's up to you if you want to see what happens to them. And as to any spelling mistakes and grammar, I'll get to those as soon as possible.
