Sweet Misery
A/N: Well, looky here. It's finally the sequel to Loser! Aren't you all excited? It's finally here! Lol. Here's a little recap of ages: Prue-18, Piper-16, and Phoebe-14.
Chapter One
I can be so damn naive some times it makes me sick. At the beginning of the summer I was filled with such hope, I was just sure that everything would be okay now. I didn't even think of what would happen next year at school after I quit cheerleading, or what I would do with out Prue. She was the only one I ever confided anything in and now she's millions of miles away. Phoebe's still too young to really talk to, and she seems like she's always in a bad mood now anyway, and Bree decided to spend the whole summer at her grandparent's house in Texas, so I haven't seen her in three months. The first day of my junior year is tomorrow and I wish it would never come. If I could stop time right now, it wouldn't be so bad. I still would be lonely, but I haven't seen anyone from school the entire summer so no one's been around to make fun of me.
I groan and look at the clock; it's two in the morning and, instead of getting sleep so I won't be a total zombie for my first day of school tomorrow I'm awake worrying about it. Great, just great, Piper, I think, annoyed at myself. I close my eyes again and roll over in bed, just starting to doze off again when I hear Phoebe tiptoe into my room.
"Hey Piper, are you awake?" she whispers, sitting in the edge of my bed. I open my eyes and roll over again to face her, realizing I'm just not going to get sleep tonight, "Yeah, what's wrong Phoebe? Why are you up?" I ask, trying my best to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I've had to become the big sister in the past few months and I really don't blame Prue for being so snappish toward Phoebe sometimes. Phoebe can get really clingy. Phoebe sighs and lays down next to me, "I don't want tomorrow to come" she says, "I don't want to be a freshman, Piper" she whines. I cringe, "Why not?" I ask, "You know you'll make tons of friends and you'll be popular, just like always"
Phoebe nods, "I guess" she says uncertainly and then she's quite for a moment before asking me "Hey Piper? Would you mind when we got to school tomorrow, if um, you didn't tell people you were related to me? I just don't want to get off on the wrong foot with people the first day" My heart crushes as she says it, she doesn't want people to know she's related to me. She's going to be just like Prue was; she'd be my sister at home, but act like I was a stranger at school. I feel my eyes pool with tears and try to blink them back as I reply, "That's fine Pheebs" I blink again, happy it was dark so Phoebe couldn't see me crying. "Go back to bed Phoebe" I tell her a little sharper then I'd meant to.
She doesn't seems to notice as she slips out of my bed and wanders back to her room, whispering " 'Night Piper" behind her before disappearing down the hall.
I sigh and wipe my eyes with the corner of my pillow case, I really do need to get sleep, and I'll see Bree for the first time tomorrow in months, that's something at least, I think, crying myself back to sleep; hating myself, my life and how nothing in it seems to change, ever. Once a loser, always a loser I suppose. Some times when I go to sleep I wish I wouldn't have to wake up again to face another day.
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