Sisters

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Summary: Prue, Piper and Paige are adopted into two separate families, and Phoebe grows up in the manor with Grams. What happens when the girls meet?

A/N: Prue- 17, 11th grade

Piper- 15, 10th grade

Phoebe- 14, 9th grade

Paige- 13, 7th grade

(Piper and Phoebe's birthdays are in the summer so Piper will be 16 and Phoebe will turn 15.)

Chapter one: Memories

"Grams, I'm home!" Phoebe Halliwell called, dropping her bag in the hall and heading to the kitchen for something to eat.

"How was your day?" Grams asked, from where she was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Okay I guess. I have tons of homework," she replied, pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

"Well, at least it's almost summer vacation, right?" Grams remarked.

"Yeah, I can't wait! Only a month left of school. I'm so excited," she said, munching on a cookie.

Penny smiled at her only granddaughter. Well, the only one she had seen in years.

"What?" Phoebe asked, seeing her smile.

"Nothing. Just looking forward to having you home more," Grams replied.

Phoebe smiled back. "I'm going to go call Michelle and then I have to do my homework. I'll see you later."

Grams sighed as Phoebe left, and went back to what she had been doing before she had come home. Thinking about her three other granddaughters. Prue, Piper and Paige.

Patty had been forced to give up her first two daughters, Prue and Piper, because she had been too young to take care of them when they were born. Then, when her third child, Phoebe, had been born, Patty had decided she was old enough, and wanted to keep her daughter. Two years later, when Patty an affair with her whitelighter, Sam, Penny had told her daughter to give the child up so no one would find out. Patty had sadly agreed and given the child up as well.

Phoebe sat at her desk, starting her homework. She had just finished talking to Michelle, one of her best friends. Phoebe was one of the rather popular girls at school, although she was the flakiest of her friends and she was the most down to earth. She didn't have a boyfriend, but she always had a crush on one guy or another.

As she stared down at her math homework, Phoebe began to think of her parents. She thought about her mother, Patty, who had died when Phoebe was six. Phoebe knew she had died in an accident, when she had drowned in a swimming pool. She remembered how her mother had always been so kind and loving, and how her face was so beautiful.

Her thoughts turned to Victor, her father, who had lived with them until Phoebe was seven, and then suddenly, he had just left. He would send a card once a year for Phoebe's birthday, but that was all she ever heard of him. She didn't know why he had left, and she had been upset for months, thinking her father hated her.

But Grams had always been there for her, making sure she was comfortable, that she was safe, and that she was happy. Phoebe knew her grandmother loved her, and she was glad she had grown up with her.

Piper sat in her room, writing an essay for her English class. She was supposed to be writing about her life- her family, her friends, and whatever else she wanted to include. Piper had always wondered who her real parents were. She hadn't even known she was adopted until last week. She had been going through her mother's papers, trying to find some pictures, when she had stumbled on her adoption papers. She had confronted her parents that night, and they had told her the story.

Mr. and Mrs. Johansson hadn't been able to have children for many years, so they had decided to adopt a child. At the adoption center, they had fallen in love with a beautiful baby girl. She smiled up at them so happily; they knew she was the child they wanted to adopt. The only requirement made by the parents had been that the baby name began with a P, so they chose Piper, because it was original.

Once they had come home, Piper had settled in fine. She grew up to be a smart girl, who always respected her parents, got good grades and was happy. They decided when she was little not to tell her that she had been adopted, because they didn't want her to think they didn't love her as much as her real parents would have.

Piper began to think about the next part of her essay- her friends. She didn't have that many friends, as she wasn't one of the popular girls. Piper didn't have a boyfriend either, although she was rather pretty, except that her brown eyes were usually covered by her thick glasses, and her thick dark hair was usually tangled. Piper had always been more or less a loner, but she didn't mind. She was more interested in her studies than her social life.

"Prue?" Paige asked, walking into her older sister's room, a serious expression on her face.

"Yeah?" the older girl replied. She was sitting on her bed, painting her toenails.

"Do you ever wonder who our real parents are? The ones who gave us up?"

"Sometimes. Why?"

Paige shrugged. "I was wondering what they might be like. Will you tell me the story of how we were adopted again?"

"Again? Why don't you go ask Mom?"

"She's not home. I think she went to the grocery store or something."

Prue sighed. "You really want to hear it again?"

Paige nodded eagerly.

"Ok." Prue answered, and she began to retell the story their parents had told her when she was younger. "Sixteen years ago, Mom and Dad were at the church. They couldn't have their own children, so they were praying to ask for a baby. One of the nuns knew they were looking, and when a woman left a baby with her, she decided our parents were the right people. That baby was me. When I was five, they decided they wanted another baby around the house. The same nun who had given me to them said they had another baby. She told them two angels had come from the sky and brought you to them."

Paige smiled. She liked hearing the part about the angels bringing her to her parents.

"Prue, are you really my sister?" Paige asked.

"I really am your adopted sister."

"I know, but are you my real sister?"

"No, sweetie, we have different parents. We just ended up in the same family."

"Oh."

"Now why don't you go do your homework? I have to make a phone call. Come back if you need any help," Prue said, reaching for the phone.

Paige nodded and left the room. Paige was always the one with all the questions about their family. She wasn't exactly popular at school, as she was usually the troublemaker, but she had a lot of friends. She didn't have a boyfriend, and she didn't want one either, although she had a lot of guy friends. Paige was an average student, and her favorite thing to do was draw.

Prue, her older sister, was the popular one. She was friends with almost everyone in her grade, and although she was so popular, she was one of the nicest people. She was the head cheerleader, and her boyfriend, Andy, was the most popular guy and captain of the football team. Prue was smart, and always got straight A's.

Prue dialed her friends phone number and held the phone to her ear. "Amanda?"

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