Finding My Real Family
A/N: This is Piper's pov and she's 14 years old, she doesn't know Prue, Phoebe or Grams yet, but you'll find out why later in the story. And does anyone know when Piper's birthday is? Because I looked all over the internet and couldn't find a date, so I had to make one up. I know it's in July…anyway, please R&R.
Ever since I can remember I've always pretended that my parents weren't really mine, that I was really royalty or something and just got switched at birth. It's childish, I know, but it's just so boring being an only child, living in Colorado, where all the houses and people look exactly the same. My life is just dull. Dull, dull, dull. Get up, go to school, do homework, and then go to bed and wake up the next morning to do it all over again. I want something different, I want excitement. I've lived here my whole life, in the same house, known the same people. I just want something, anything to happen to make my life more excising.
But at least I'm 14 and a half now so I can get my permit and start to learn how to drive, that's something new at least and my parents will buy me a car for my 16th birthday, which I can't wait. It's a Saturday and I have nothing better to do, so I should go get my permit today.
"Hey mom" I call walking down the stairs, "Will you take me to get my permit now?" "Okay honey, let me just get my keys" mom says to me as I walk down the stairs. "Oh, and I need my birth certificate too" I remind her. "I know Piper, it's up stairs, go get it while I look for my keys" "Okay mom" I laugh to myself, my mom is so scatterbrained she's always losing everything. Maybe that's why dad left her, I think, walking back up the stairs, but I quickly push that though out of my head. My parents had divorced only a few months ago, but it as still hard to think about it. I walked into my mom's room and saw my birth certificate lying on top of a stack of papers next to my mom's laptop. I picked it and looked at it, seeing a stamp at the bottom that said 'this is a copy, not the real document' I rolled my eyes I can't use this, the stupid DMV wants the real one. "Mom!" I called again, walking back down stairs "This is a copy, where's the real one?" "That is the real one" mom answered. "It says 'copy' on it" I say pointing to the stamp. "Oh, well, then, uh, I don't know" Mom stutters out, turning pale. What's wrong with her? "You lost it? My birth certificate?" I ask incredulously. "No" mom answers. "Where is it?" I ask, wondering why she's acting so weird all of a sudden. "I don't know, we can deal with this later, okay? Anyway, I should go into work." "It's Saturday" I remind her. Mom shrugs "Oh, well you know overtime." She says and walks out the door. Why do I suddenly feel like she's avoiding me? Whatever.
I'll just look for it on my own. I decide as I walk back up stairs and set the copy certificate on my bed, but I stop as something catches my eye, it says Piper Halliwell on it. Is this even the right birth certificate? My name is Piper Johnson, not Halliwell. I sit down on my bed and read the rest of it, the birthday is right, July 10, 1988, and so it the birth place, San Francisco, California, my parents moved to Colorado after I was a few months old. But under 'parents' it says Victor and Patty Halliwell. My parents' names are Steven and Tracy Johnson. I wonder what's going on, my mom sure seemed freaked out when I realized it was a copy. Maybe I'm adopted, No way, my parents would have told me way before this, I've even asked them before and they'd said no. It's probably just a typo on the last name. On all the names, or it's just the birth certificate of some other girl who's has the same birthday as me, there has to be a logical explanation like that, what else could it be?
I decide to call my best friend, Elizabeth, to see what she thinks about all of this. "Hello? Liz, it's me" I tell her once she answers the phone. "Hey Piper, what's up?" Liz asks, and I tell her about my weird birth certificate. "So what do you think it means?" I ask once I'm done explaining everything .Liz pauses, thinking, "I don't know, maybe you are adopted" Liz answers "Or switched at birth or something. Maybe your real parents are, like, celebrities" Liz laughs and I roll my eyes. "Liz, be serious, that kind of stuff never happens to real people, what do you really think it means." I ask. "Well, you said it's a copy and you have to send away to get those so they probably just sent you the wrong one and your mom never noticed, I mean, you know your mom, would she notice a thing like that?" "No, she wouldn't" I agreed, feeling better. I'm not adopted at all; of course they just sent us the wrong one, that makes since. "Thanks Liz, you're right, it just freaked me out for a minute." "No problem Piper, see ya" "bye" I hung up the phone and looked down at the birth certificate again, as much as I believe what Liz said is true, something still doesn't feel right.
I know! I'll look through my baby stuff, maybe my real birth certificate will be in there. I take the cardboard box out of my mom's closet marked "Piper's baby stuff" and open it, there's tons of pictures, old drawings that I made when I was little, but no birth certificate, and I notice something else too, as I look though the box, there are no pictures of me before I was two. None, at all. In fact, I realize, I've never seen a picture of me as a baby. What happened? It's like I just came into existence at two years old. It's getting a lot harder to believe the birth certificate was just switched.
When my mom gets home form work a few hours later; I'm in the living room waiting for her. I'm determined to get some answers, something's just not right here. "Mom?" I ask once she walks in the door, "I was looking through my baby stuff, and I was wondering, how come there are no pictures of me before I'm two?" Mom sighs, "We can talk about this later" she answers. No! "And how come my last name is different on my birth certificate?' I ask, there's no way we're going to talk later, she's going to tell me now. "Your father was right, he said you'd start to get curious eventually, I didn't believe him" she answered. "Get curious about what, Mom what's going on?" I ask, becoming impatient.
"Let me call Steven, we should tell you together" Mom says, picking up he phone. Tell me what??? It must be huge for mom to be calling dad, she hasn't spoken to him since the divorce. A few minutes later Dad walks in the door looking just as worried and pale as mom. What are they about to tell me? "Lets go into the living room to talk, you should sit down for this" Dad says and they walk ahead of me to the living room and sit down silently. "What's going on?' I ask again and take a deep breath before asking my next question, "Am I adopted?" "No" Moms says and I breathe a sigh of relief, "You're kidnapped"
A/N: Well? Was that a surprise? If you're confused, the next chapter will explain it a lot more clearly.
