"Good Morning" Phoebe shakes me awake.
"What would you like for your birthday?" Phoebe asks me.
"My own room, with a lock" I say. Much to my own chagrin I realize I'm not going to get that, let alone a few more hours of sleep. Birthdays are big in the Halliwell house. I hate birthdays, just one year older. I told this to Prue last night, she told me I sounded like a 50 year old.
"For breakfast, silly!" Phoebe says bending over so she is face to face with me. Her face is lit up with a huge smile, as if she was talking to a baby.
"Not hungry, oh, and also not six" I say. A little mean, I know. But I hate it when people talk to me like I am a baby. I'mthirteen now, although I would be just as happy still being twelve, and happier at eleven. I liked being eleven, no one ever bothered me. There was never 'Paige, smile' or 'Why don't you dress more like a girl', or my oldest sister Prue's latest kick 'Magic exists'.
"You're right, now that you're thirteen we should treat you as if you were a mature lady." Phoebe says dropping the baby voice, but still that annoying smile.
"Stop it with the lady stuff" I say
"You are a lady" Phoebe says. My sisters have been pressing this into me since earlier this year. I like to hang out with boys, I like to dress like a boy, and they need to deal with it.
"If I want to wear baggy jeans, or a plain tee-shirt, I will. So stop" I say
"But I have so many cute skirts you could borrow" Phoebe says.
"I'm good thanks" I say squeezing my eyes shut. Maybe this is just one of those really annoying dreams.
"Up already!" Piper says coming into me and Phoebe's room.
"Afraid so" I say opening my eyes.
"Why so bitter? It's your birthday" Piper says. Well at least she isn't talking to me like I am six.
"Guys leave her alone" Prue says. Prue is probably the sister I am closest too. She is seventeen, and she actually understands me. She knows how I hate birthdays.
"No one should be alone on their birthday" Phoebe says
"Why don't you two go downstairs and make breakfast. Let me wish her a happy birthday" Prue says. They nod and head downstairs.
"Happy birthday" Prue says.
"Gee thanks" I say sarcastically.
"So you should be getting your powers soon." Prue says, "The book says once the youngest of our coven has reached adulthood."
"Prue, that's not real"I say. I'm thirteen and I know that.
"I didn't think it was either, but every time I open the book my heart pumps and I just know in my gut that this is the real thing!" Prue says. I'd love to burst her bubble, but this makes her happy.
"I'll watch out for them" I say. I get out of bed, and stretch. My shirt creeps up my stomach. Its getting small. I a usually always the smallest in my class, most people who don't knowme assumeI am ten or even nine, but it doesn't bug me. although recently I have been growing, that bugs me.
"When we go shopping today we should get you some new pajamas" Prue says
"No" I say slipping on a sweatshirt over my pajamas.
"Fine" she says. That's one of the things I like the best about Prue, if I say 'no' she takes it and moves on. Although if Piper and Phoebe are going I know I'll end up with something like a pink nightgown. I don't even like shopping, but it's a Halliwell tradition. we have a lot of those, unfortunately.I can't wait till next week when school starts, and I wont have to spend all day with my sisters. This summer my best friend Leo went to camp, so I've been stuck here. Glen, my other good friend, comes over sometimes, but he gets all googly eyed over my sisters so I usually prefer to go somewhere else to meet, and his parents can't drive him.
"Pancakes are ready!" Piper shouts up, but I can smell them before she even tells me. Her cooking is amazing. It's a wonder I'm no three hundred pounds.
"Come on lets go" Prue says grabbing my hand. I follow her down the stairs.