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Chapter 1- Where It All Began
The small black-haired, blue eyes girl, stood in the middle of the room with no expression on her face. Of course, the day was not one where she was expected to be happy, but she didn't appear to be overly sad either. Just, blank. Of course, on the inside, she was breaking into a thousand pieces. At the tender age of 13, she had experienced something no child ever should; the loss of her parents. Of course, as the day grew on her mood went from neutral to slightly annoyed. She had scanned the room, and not one face registered with her.
The girl scanned the room once again, and still she recognized no-one. She scoffed at the thought that these people would turn up to a funeral for people that they knew little about. She narrowed her blue eyes at everyone who were giving her pitying looks. She didn't need their pity. Her mood brightened a little when three brunette women, with high cheekbones walked into the room. Her mom's best friends. And more importantly, familiar faces.
"Jenna" the middle sister, Piper, said in her motherly voice as the small girl approached the three girls.
"Hello Piper. Prue. Pheobe" she said politely. Just because her parents were dead, didn't mean she lost her manners. Piper then pulled her face into her hands, checking the girl was okay.
"You're okay? You eating properly? Clean clothes?" Piper started to fuss.
"Yes Piper. The foster home is rather nice" Jenna said in a small voice. In reality she hated it.
Ever since she had moved into the new home, she had been treated like an outcast. All because she was different. Now, Jenna wasn't different in the sense that she was a little excluded. No, she was different because she was a witch. Not that the other kids knew of course. It had happened quite suddenly. She had gotten into a confrontation with her mother, and in the middle of the argument, the tap had burst and soaked the other girl. Jenna never knew it was her doing it until she had willed it to stop. That was when she knew. She had been a witch. Not long after that, she found out that her mother's 3 best friends were also witches. She had been walking down the street, when she had been taken down by an unknown force. Then, she had witnessed her mother's friends take down some ugly dude. Then, they all looked at her, and she knew she had a secret to keep.
"Are you happy there?" Prue interrupted her thoughts.
"Of course" Jenna said with a forced smile.
"No you're not" Said Pheobe. Of course Pheobe knew. She was not much older than a teen herself.
"Okay fine, no I'm not. Not like there is anything I can do about it" she said with a bitter edge to her voice.
The sisters just looked at each other, and with a nod, Prue walked towards my guardian. She had a small chat with her, and came strolling back with a small smile.
"You'll be moving into the manor" Prue announced proudly.
And, there, began her journey. And what a long one it was.