Hey guys, so this is my third attempt at this story. the last two attempts weren't satisfying. and dragged out too long. So although some of this story will be pretty much the same, the chapters wont be as long. Anyway, this first chapter, is more of an introduction to the characters, so it's not very exciting, but I promise it will get better as the story progresses. anyway hope you enjoy.
The sky was full of darkness, the wind was howling, and the leaves were whispering. It was a typical stormy night. Most people would be freaked out. But not Melinda Halliwell. No. Hearing the wind howling and the branches of the tree that stood outside her window, tapping against the glass, made her feel relaxed, and for the first time, in a long time, she didn't feel alone.
Melinda sits at the top of her bed, writing in her diary as she does every night. Wishing and hoping, that tomorrow will be a better day.
Melinda finishes writing in her diary, and lazily drags herself off of her bed. As she stands up, she gives the biggest yawn and stretches. Looking out at the dark sky, she smiles and decides it's time for bed. She leaves her room, and walks down the dark, empty hallway to the bathroom. The once photograph filled walls are now bare. She enters the bathroom, brushes her teeth, washes her hands and heads back to her room. As she enters her room, she closes the door behind her. She then walks over to her bed, pulls back the blankets and gets into it. With one last yawn, she turns out the light, and lies on her back. As her head hits the pillow, she unwantingly knows that tomorrow will be another sad and lonely day, and that her pain will be as strong as ever.
It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Prue, the eldest daughter of Phoebe's and Coops, has fairly long black hair, brown eyes, and pail skin, (unusual, considering who her parents are) prepares her lunch for work. A warm light comes in through the window, complimenting her natural beauty. Her youngest sister, Cece, who is fairly short, (around 4'9'' in height) has long brown hair, brown eyes and subtle tanned skin, comes into the kitchen. She is still in her pyjamas, and a shocked Prue, gives her an intense look.
Cece gives a big yawn.
''Why, aren't you ready for school?'', Prue asks angrily.
''Cause I don't wanna go''. Cece brazingly sits down on the opposite side of the kitchen counter, in which Prue is already standing at.
''Well tough, you're twelve years old... You're going to school''.
''Well what's even the point? It's not like I don't already have a future career''. Cece says surprisingly genuine.
Being a witch has always been a destiny for these young witches, way before they were even born. And Cece, being the age she is, can't see past the fact that she needs to learn things, other than witch craft.
''Being a witch isn't a career... You don't get paid for it'', Prue explains.
''Well that sucks, I think we should'', Cece says in a know it all tone.
''Look, being a witch, isn't a job... It's our destiny''.
''It's a curse'', states Prue's other sister Maria, who has just walked into the kitchen.
Maria is 20 years old. She's the middle child. And like her sister Prue, she too has long black hair, slightly longer than Prue's, and most of the time has it curled. She has brown eyes and very dark tanned skin.
''Why would you even say that?'', asks a very shocked Prue.
Filling a mug of freshly made coffee, Maria gives her sister a questioning look. ''Why wouldn't I? She then looks at Cece, ''You want a career, be a vet or something''.
A very confused Cece asks ''Why would I be a vet?, I don't even like animals''.
''That wasn't her point'', Prue explains to to her little sister, ''But'', addressing Maria, ''magic isn't a curse, it's a gift, we help innocent people everyday''.
''Yeah?, Well why don't you tell that to Mom and Dad?... Oh wait you can't, because they're dead''. Upset and angry, she picks up her mug of coffee. ''I'll take my coffee to go. I've got Class''. She then leaves quickly. Without saying goodbye, she slams the door behind her.
Cece swiftly goes to say something, but Prue, who is disheartened by her sister's confession, cuts Cece off and tells her to go and get ready for school. Cece then angrily gets up from the counter and also leaves.
Prue drags herself onto a stool at the counter, and places her head in her hands.
A topless young man in his twenties, with long shaggy brown hair, around 6'2'', stands on his bare wooden floor, staring out his bedroom window, where he is complimented by the glow of a warm sun.
A young woman, with red hair and green eyes, with really pale skin, is lying in her bed, staring at him, and decides to get up. She goes over to him and standing behind him she slides her hands through his arms, until she can feel his toned body.
''What are you thinking about?'', the woman asks curiously.
Looking slightly sideways at her, the man answers, in an angry tone, ''How bright and happy this world is''.
''And that's a bad thing?'', she says smiling.
''It is, because it's full of fake people, pretending to be something or someone, they're not''. He says shrewdly.
''It's not all fake'', she says with a sympathetic tone.
''You're too optimistic'', the man says breaking away from her and heading for the door.
''It's not optimism, Wyatt''. She tries to persuade him as he walks away from her.
Following that, he stops, and slowly turns around, and faces her in his manly stance.
''The world isn't as bad and as dark as you think it is... Yes, bad things happen... Look, speaking as someone who was raised by Demons and brought up in the underworld... This place is as real, and as good as it gets''. She goes over to him and places her hands on his chest. ''And I hope that someday, you'll be able to see that the way I do''. She kisses him and then heads for the door.
Turning his head slightly to the side, he calls after her, ''Eden?''
Eden turns back to look at him.
''Doesn't matter''.
Eden gives a hopeful smile, ''I'll go make some breakfast. I'll check if Melinda is hungry''. She then leaves.
A red brick building catering for over a thousand students, both boys and girls, Baker High, is an old 18th century, 'normal', High School that the younger Halliwell children are attending.
Patty and Penny, who are identical twins, and the youngest children of Paige and Henry, both have strawberry blond hair, with blue eyes and pale skin. They are strolling through the busy hallway on their way to their lockers. It's full of both anxious and laid back teenagers, rushing around trying to get to class and chatting with their friends, trying to catch up on all the latest gossip from over the weekend.
''I don't think i'll ever get used to going to a normal school'', says a frustrated Patty.
''It's just four years... I mean, what's four years, of our depressing lives, anyway?'' Penny says desperately trying to cheer her sister up. ''Look, maybe having some normal in our lives, can be a good thing''. Penny re-assures her.
Patty stops at her locker, and looks at Penny, ''Nothing about our lives is normal'', she turns and starts opening her locker. Turning the lock, every number, slowly, the lock finally clicks open. She then starts taking her books out, one by one, putting them into her bag.
''Which is why, going here is a good thing'', Penny says, also taking her books out of her locker. Her tone goes from being re-assuring to sad. ''Besides, Aunt Piper and Aunt Phoebe went here''.
''Mom didn't'', Patty finishes taking out her books and closes her bag and looks at Penny upset.
Penny stops taking her books out and just looks at her sister.
''I-I just miss magic school... All of our friends... Making potions, casting spells... Just, being...''
''Happy?'', Penny finishes her sister's sentence with a sad whisper.
''Is it too much to ask?''... ''Let's just get to class... Our boring, normal class'', Patty says closing her locker.
Penny then closes her locker, and they continue walking down the hallway, to their class room.
So that's the start. and only some of the characters. hope you enjoyed and please look out for my next chapter, which will be posted fairly soon.