I was angry, angrier than I had ever been at Chris and Wyatt, not really sure why, the two of them calling me a bastard child was nothing new.

Why did my own brothers call me a bastard child? Precisely because of this, I closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew, the cafeteria at my high school was engulfed in blue, green, orange, yellow and red flames. Green was a new color for my flames. But, I did not just get mad at my cousins and set a match to some tables, no, I did it with my mind, which is way worse, because you can control a match. I have not quite figured out how to handle them.

Once the fire was out, and the school building was deemed okay to enter. I was being hauled off in hand cuffs, down to the police station, which was, indeed, not my first incarceration due to arson.

But, why would I be called a bastard because I can start fires with my mind. Well, how do you think I've escaped jail seven times?

I am also white-lighter.

If you know anything of my family history, then you probably know about my mother, Piper, and my Aunt's Paige and Phoebe, there was another Aunt, Prue, but she died before I was even thought about. My name is Melinda. After Melinda Warren, my great-great-great-great Aunt or something, I am not really sure how many 'greats' to title her with. But she was burned at the stake during the Salem witch trials.

I sat in the jail cell, waiting on someone to come pick me up, I was hoping it was Aunt Phoebe, and not my Mom, even my Dad would be better than dealing with my mom's rage, she thinks I need my powers binded, but if you bind one, you bind all, so I would no longer be a white-lighter. I want to be a white-lighter.

Luckily, it was Aunt Phoebe who came to pick me up. She just sighed and faced the arresting officer, Jim. Technically, I was supposed to call him officer Thompson, but when you have been arrested seven times for the exact same offense, you begin to get a first name basis with the San Francisco police force.

"Community service?" Phoebe asked.

"She's not even finished with her current one."

"So triple what she has left."

"She had eight hours, so; okay. I'll try, but I have to run it across a judge in the morning."

"That's 240 hours!" I said.

Aunt Phoebe looked at me with eyes that simply said; SHUT UP. So I did.

Aunt Phoebe paid my bail again; and we left. I got in the car, and stared out the window.

"Two options." Aunt Phoebe said. "You can talk to me on the way home, or talk to me at home, with your mother."

"Can't we just not talk?"

"Pick." Aunt Phoebe said.

"Fine. What?"

"Why?" She asked putting the car into drive and heading home.

"Chris and Wyatt made me mad, and I was already stressed about school. So I don't know, I lost lost it."

"Melinda, you've got to learn how to control it, or Piper is going to bind your powers, for your sake."

"I know, I know."

"Do you?" She asked. "I just bailed you out..." She counted on one hand. "Four days ago."

"I know, I know."

"I don't get it. I know we all had trouble getting our powers down when we first got them, but sweetheart, you've..." She began to think. "You set your first fire at eight, you're fifteen now."

"I know, I know." I said looking out the window, hoping Aunt Phoebe would not see the tears running down my eyes.

She gently pulled the car into the driveway. I began to get out. But her hand was placed on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I said sternly, trying to get out of the car. But she stopped me again.

"You can talk to me here, or explain to your mom why you're crying."

I sighed, I loved my mom, do not get me wrong, but I could not talk to her, at least not like I could Aunt Phoebe.

"What am I?"

"What do you mean?"

I sighed. "Nevermind, you won't understand."

"No, not unless you give me the chance."

"I'm beginning to think Chris and Wyatt are right."

"About what?"

"Me being a bastard child."

Phoebe sat in deep thought. "Honey, I was at your birth, you're not a bastard child."

"Were you at my conception?"

"Uhhh...no." Phoebe said laughing slightly.

"Exactly." I said getting out of the car before she could say anything else.

I ran inside, tears still streaming from my eyes. I was hoping Mom would not see me, see did.

"Whoa, whoa." She said stopping me in the hallway to bedroom. "What's up?"

"Nothing. No worries." I said wiping my eyes.

"Honey, you're crying more water than Niagara falls makes in a minute. Somethings up."

"Aunt Phoebe just yelled at me, for today, that's all."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, you know I'm here, right?"

"Yeah." I said entering my room.