Summary: With Zoey and her friends 8th Grade year starting, they're all very excited. But then a strange new girl comes to PCA. She seems nice enough, but the secrets she harbors and the burdens she carries is enough to make their 8th Grade year more interesting than the last.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 or Charmed. The only thing I own are the characters you don't recognize. These include Porter MatthewsHaliwell, Maradeth, and Patience MatthewsHaliwell. But that's about it….OH! And the plot! I own the plot, so don't take it.
Prologue
"You have to go Patience! Honestly, what has gotten into you lately?" Patience Matthews couldn't stand it anymore. Her mother had been acting like this since her father died. She expected Patience to be all buddy-buddy with her. The only good thing that came out of that was 4 shopping sprees, (4,000 dollars each) and a closet full of the newest, coolest clothes. After what she had done to them! Ha! She couldn't take it anymore, she exploded.
"ME? YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S SHIPPING ME TO BOARDING SCHOOL!" Patience Matthews' mother Maradeth turned around in the driver's seat and glared at her only daughter.
"PATIENCE KAYLYAN MATTHEWS! DON'T YOU TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME!" Patience sat back huffily and mumbled,
"I'll take whatever tone I want!" They pulled into a driveway past a sign that read 'Pacific Coast Academy'. As soon as the car came to a halt Patience stepped out, taking her backpack with her.
"Don't you want me to come in with you sweetie?" her mother asked, her previous anger forgotten. Patience glared at her mother and came to the driver's side window. Leaning close she dropped her voice to a near whisper and said,
"Listen, Maradeth I understand that you don't have the 'gifts' that I do, so I'll make this easy for you. I hate you. All of you. You abandoned me and now you're dropping me off to be someone else's problem. I hate you. I hope I never see you again." With that Patience slammed the back door closed and got her suitcase from the trunk. Had she turned around, instead of marching straight into the building without looking back, she would have seen the tears streaming down her mother's face.