A/N: Hey. So, this fic is a Teen Fic and it's unlike anything I've ever written before. First of all, I've never written a Teen Fic. Second of all, there's no magic and it's a real, major issue that one sister is dealing with. It'll make more sense when you read it. So, please be nice! Lol.

WARNING: This fic deals with an issue that some may consider a "sensitive" or "inappropriate" topic. It is an issue that is a worldwide problem. It might get violent and there may be severe cursing, that is why I rated it R. Therefore, I urge anyone who is offended by violence or cursing to NOT read this.

Side Notes: 1) For those reading "A Vision of Utopia": Still posting! Ch 30 is on its way. 2) For those reading "Generation Charmed" and "Déjà vu Never Again": You guys probably hate me and I'm sorry! I'll update ASAP, if I can.

I know I have a lot of fics going right now, and I can't even keep up with those – not to mention, I only have this chapter so far – but I couldn't wait to post it!

Prue is 17. Piper is 16. Phoebe is 15. They don't know they are witches and they have no powers right now. They live in the Manor with Patty.

Also, don't expect an update too often for awhile. I don't have any other chapters written and "A Vision of Utopia" is my first priority. But I'll try to get updates out as quick as possible.

Okay, so with that said and done, please enjoy and please review!

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"Hey, freak," hissed a blonde, wearing expensive looking clothes and jewelry.

Piper Halliwell, used to being called a freak, weirdo, nerd, and much worse, chose to ignore her. Sitting in math class, they were in the middle of a very big, very important, and very hard test. She tried to concentrate on it instead, though math was her worst subject. She tried to ignore the fact that a sharp piece of wiring from her braces was cutting into the inside of her cheek.

"I'm talking to you, bitch," the blonde hissed again, kicking the back of Piper's chair quit hard.

Piper stopped writing for a second, her heart pounding and her palms sweating. Debra Mancuso was popular. She was a cheerleader, dating the Star Quarterback. She hung with the popular crowd, had expensive clothes and jewelry, and was driven to school everyday by said boyfriend. All at the young age of sixteen (Well, seventeen actually. Debra had been held back in first grade because she was slow at learning to read. No one, of course, knew this except for Piper who worked in the office during her lunch period and had snuck a peek at Debra's file when she'd been told to put it away).

Piper didn't have many friends. Prue was the pretty popular one and Phoebe was the funny, carefree one everyone loved to hang with. She wasn't necessarily popular, but well liked. But Piper? Piper had long, stick straight hair that always looked a little greasy, no matter how many times she washed it. It always looked flat and frizzy. She had braces that stuck out a mile every time she opened her mouth. She was self-conscious of her body and always worse clothes that were a bit too big, but hide her body from others. She was a loner and had a "good-girl" reputation, always doing work and handing it in on time, though her grades, in certain classes, sucked. She worked in the school office to avoid the cafeteria, where the popular kids pushed her around and knocked her tray out of her hands. One time, Debra had purposely poured a bottle of soda down Piper's front. The teacher on cafeteria duty had spotted Piper with soda all over her and her tray on the floor and had come over.

"S-she pushed me a-and I spilled my soda!" Debra had wailed, crying her eyes out and dramatizing the whole thing. "A-all I wanted t-to do was say h-hi!"

The whole idea of Debra wanting to say hi to Piper was ridiculous, but whom was the teacher going to believe - Pretty, popular Debra or weird, friendless Piper? Obviously, the teacher had believed Debra.

In short, school was torture for Piper. And right now, she was being tortured. Debra wouldn't stop kicking her chair and trying to get her attention by calling her names. Finally, Piper turned around.

"Mrs. Risk, Mrs. Risk! Piper's cheating off me!" Debra cried shrilly.

Piper paled, turned around slowly, catching the grin on Debra's face. Mrs. Risk, her lips pursed, stalked to Piper's desk, picked up her paper, and ripped it to pieces. Mrs. Risk didn't tolerate cheating. She ripped the paper up and you received a zero. Piper, who – unfortunately – had almost every class with Debra and Debra – unfortunately – sat behind Piper in all those classes. So Piper frequently received zeros. It was amazing that she managed to move forward every year with all those zeros bringing down her grades.

For the rest of class, Piper stared blankly at her desk, tears in her eyes. But she forced them back. The last thing she needed was for Debra to see her crying.

The bell finally rang. Piper gathered her books in a hurry. She always rushed to her classes because if she stayed in the hallway too long, Debra and her brainless friends came after her and taunted her and pushed her around.

Standing, Piper started to leave the room – when Debra came up behind her and knocked her books out of her arms.

"Oops, sorry, freak," Debra grinned, not sorry at all. She sauntered out of class.

Everyone laughing and the teacher not even noticing, Piper blushed bright red and bent down, gathering her books. She rushed out of the room, running past Debra and her friends, who were jeering at her and shouting obscene comments. Piper nearly tripped over her own two feet to get to class.

Piper was a few doors down from her biology class when she bumped into a brunette. She fell to the ground, her books spilling again. The brunette turned around and glared down at her. It was Jennifer Anderson, Debra's best friend and fellow cheerleader.

"Watch where you're going, freak," she snapped, giving Piper a slight kick in the gut. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to hurt. She then stalked off, her and her friends laughing like crazy.

Piper blushed furiously, forcing herself to get up, though her stomach hurt now – pretty badly (those pointy stilettos Jennifer wore were deadly weapons), and gathered her books. By the time she got to class, she was late and received detention for the following Monday.

School couldn't have ended sooner. She ran to her locker, got her stuff, and ran out of the building, waiting for her sisters in their usual meeting place.

It seemed like forever, but finally Prue arrived and waited with her. No one dared tease or taunt Piper with Prue around. Prue was popular – the most popular girl in the Junior class. No one wanted to get on her bad side.

"How was school?" Prue asked cheerfully.

Piper mumbled her reply, staring at her feet.

As they waited for Phoebe, several passerbies waved bye to Prue, promising to call later so they could arrange a get-together at the mall later. Debra and Jennifer stopped to say hi and chat, both smirking evilly at Piper before leaving.

Finally, Phoebe arrived, chatting happily with several people. She waved good-bye and followed Prue and Piper to the sidewalk. They waited only a few minutes before their grams came and they piled into the car.

"So, girls," Grams said cheerfully, "How was school?"

Piper remained silent as she listened to Prue and Phoebe, both speaking at once, explaining how great their day was.

"And you, Piper?" Grams asked in the millisecond that Prue and Phoebe stopped for breath.

"It was fine," Piper grumbled.

Yeah, fine. It had been far from fine. She wished it had been fine.

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It seemed like forever, but Friday finally rolled around.

One more day, Piper told herself. If she could get through today, she'd have two glorious days of freedom from Debra and Jennifer and their friends.

If only it was that easy.

The morning started out fine enough. She made it through three classes with not a peep from Debra. Piper wasn't sure if she should take this as a good thing because she was being left alone, or a bad thing because it could mean Debra was plotting worse things. It turned out to be the latter.

Lunch rolled around quicker than Piper could fathom. Where had the day gone? Two more classes, after lunch, and she'd be free. And all day, no one had bothered her. It was wonderful. And, better yet, she spent her lunches in the office, filing and such. No one would bother her there.

However, it turned out that the secretaries in the office were having a party with some of the other staff and no helpers were needed.

Piper tried for her second option, the library, but one of the English classes was in there doing a project.

Trembling with fear, Piper stepped into the doorway of the cafeteria. It was loud and noisy and if you didn't sit in just the right seat, you were labeled a looser. The four grades ate together (not all at once, but some students from each grade. They were divided into three different lunch periods). Piper saw Phoebe sitting with her group of friends; the ones upper classman had dubbed immature and stupid, most likely to fail in life. Prue didn't have lunch this period.

Taking a deep breath, Piper walked into the cafeteria, spotting a seat in the back corner. She made a b-line for it-

"Piper!"

Piper stopped short. Debra and Jennifer had jumped in her way and were smiling big, fake smiles.

"Piper, come sit with us," Jennifer begged.

"I-I-" Piper stammered.

"Please?" Debra pouted. "Will you? We're sorry for the things we've done. We want to be friends, forget everything that happened in the past."

"Uhm, I do-" But Piper's protests meant nothing. Debra and Jennifer had each grabbed her by an arm and were dragging her to the table they occupied. They plopped her down on the corner edge of one side and took their own seats, smiling oddly at her.

"So, Piper, what do you do for fun?" Debra asked, making conversation.

Piper shrugged lightly, feeling her cheeks warm up. "I, uhm, I read. And I, uhm, work in the office during lunch, usually."

"Fascinating," Jennifer cooed, nodding slightly.

Piper blushed, so flustered by the attention that she didn't notice Debra and Jennifer's bad attempts to keep from laughing, along with the other girls at the table.

"So, do you like anyone?" Jennifer asked. "Like, a guy."

Piper blushed bright red and shook her head fiercely, starring down at the table, causing her greasy hair to hide her face like a veil and her glasses to slip down her face.

"You do!" Debra and Jennifer squealed together.

"Who is he?" Debra asked.

"What grades he in?" Jennifer wanted to know.

Piper wasn't about to tell these girls anything like whom she liked. That was her personal business, not information for two of the biggest gossips in the school to have a hold of. She was amazed that either one of them could keep anything a secret.

Debra and Jennifer were exchanging ominous looks at this point and Piper grew worried.

"Uhm, I need to-to go. T-thanks for lunch, uhm – bye." Piper stood to leave.

"No!" Debra cried. "Piper, lunch just started. You gotta stay and eat with us. Please?" She pouted slightly.

Jennifer stood, "Don't go yet," she said as she went to Piper's side and forced her to sit back down, then she went back to her own seat.

Piper nodded slightly, muttering something.

Debra's gaze wondered and she nodded at someone.

Piper was about to turn around to see who when Debra and Jennifer jumped away from the table – and just in time, too.

All of a sudden, a red liquid came spilling from the ceiling and spilled all over Piper, covering her from head to toe, just like in Stephen King's Carrie, only it was red paint not pigs blood.

Piper couldn't move. She was shocked into silence. She could hear people around her laughing, but couldn't really see them. Her glasses had been drenched. She felt the gooey paint ooze in her hair and drip down her shirt.

She thought she heard Phoebe call to her, and maybe some teachers running over and yelling. But she wasn't positive. Everything was blurred and muffled.

Then everything went black.