I thank you for coming to It's Not Easy Being a Son of a Charmed One and the Brother of the Guy who is 'spose to Save the World! Hope this will be to your liking!

Summary: They are nothing alike; he doesn't get good grades, he isn't popular, he doesn't have a girlfriend and he isn't nearly as powerful as his older brother. So far Chris's first two years of high school are miserable. Now he has to take remedial math, and extra 'study classes' with an obscure girl who has a dark past she'd rather keep hidden.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! Well, except for the cool people you, the readers, don't recognize, as well as the plot.

This is Just an Introduction

Typical, Wyatt gets away with everything while I, Chris Warren Halliwell, get to be punished for something we both did. What did we do you asked? Oh, we just went on a little demon hunting, looking for the demon responsible for killing mortals, you know, the usual. Well, it started off like any other vanquishing.

It started off with a phone call from Morris. Apparently, five people have died form what seems to be the new disease scientists have just discovered, but no, the deaths were caused by the Soul's demon (a demon brands 'pure' or powerful souls and uses the energy to keep him strong). Well, Mom and aunts had a little trouble finding him so we, Wyatt and I, decided to take matters into our own hands. So we did a little scrying(?), a little potion making, a spell and good excuse for being out late. The Soul's demon was found at a random house, looking as ugly as ever. Damn, the picture in the Book made him look so much nicer. Back to the point, Wyatt had the potion ready, I had the spell ready, we were waiting for the perfect time until, and Aunt Paige thought would be the perfect time to interrupt us; which all led to the demon escaping and me being grounded while Wyatt gets off with a warning. Fair? No. why won't I speak the truth? Because I've learned when to keep my mouth shut.

"Chris! Come here this instant!" cried a voice in the background. I orbed down into the kitchen to find my mother was the one who called me.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Christopher Warren Halliwell! What have I told you about orbing up on me like that?" my mother castigating voice, though I was pretty sure that wasn't what she wanted to talk about… "How are you doing in math?" she asked all of the sudden.

"Good, I guess," I replied. Alright, I lied. I am doing horribly in math. I mean in theory the mixture problems are easy, but putting it to the test is the problem.

"Then why do I have a letter from your school that says you're failing and being put into the remedial class immediately?" mom said menacingly.

"Well, because…" Did she just say remedial classes?