Prue's P.O.V.

"Prue. Prue! Are you listening to me?" I looked over at my grandmother.

"Yes Grams, I'm listening to you. I'll be nice to our 'sister' while she's here for the while."

Grams shook her head. "You have to be on your best behavior okay?"

I rolled my eyes. "Okay! I get it!" I snapped. "Why are you on me about it? I don't see you bugging Piper or Phoebe!"

Grams sighed. "I expect you to be the mature one out of them. Be nice to her. You haven't seen her in almost 8 years!"

"And who's fault would that be?" I snapped. "If it wasn't for her, dad would've never left and mom wouldn't have ever felt bad. It's all her fault!"

Grams was about to say something but was cut off as the doorbell rang.

"I won't be rude to her but I won't talk to her either." I stormed out of the living room , into my room and slammed the door. A few seconds later someone knocked

loudly on it. I groaned and got out of bed then opened the door when I realized that it wouldn't go away even if I ignored it. "What!" I snapped thinking it was Grams.

Or God forbid, Patricia, I thought pulling the door open. "Geesh, sorry to bother you," Piper apologized after seeing my annoyed face.

"Oh, it's you," I said feeling relieved.

"No," Piper replied sarcastically, looking at me. "Aren't you a bucket full of sunshine?" she pointed out.

"I'm not a morning person," I grumbled.

Piper checked her watch. "Well, it's 3:00 in the afternoon. Try again."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Is there any reason that you're here or do you just enjoy bugging me?"

Piper smiled. "Both," she retorted. "Oh gee, lucky me," I said with fake enthusiasm. "Now I got two sisters on my case."

Piper crossed her arms. "Patricia's not that bad," she said. "It's not her fault that dad got custody of her. It just happened."

I looked down and didn't say anything because I knew that she was right.

"Besides," she added. "Grams has custody of her now so-"

"WHAT!" I shouted cutting her off. "I thought she was only staying for a while!"

Piper shrugged. "I guess you thought wrong," she said.

I screamed in frustration and collapsed on my bed.

"Do you hate her that much?" Piper asked.

"No, I don't hate her, but I can't stand her! Every time I look at her I see dad and I get mad all over again. This isn't

going to work out." Piper lightly touched my arm.

"Don't worry about it," she said quietly. "Don't worry about it? Seriously?" I sighed loudly. "I don't want anything

to do with her," I snapped. "She's the one who screwed up everything that this family worked for."

Piper gave me a look. "You make her seem like an evil stepmother," she told me. "Just relax. She's our sister and she's a part of this family whether you admit it or not."

I hung my head in shame. Only Piper could make me feel bad. Just then someone knocked on the door. Piper and I looked at each other then slowly crept towards the

door and then swung it open. Behind it stood our long-lost sister.

Patricia's P.O.V.

"Come in!" Grams welcomed me with a warm hug. "I haven't seen you since you were just a little girl!"

I gave a small smile. "It has been a while," I agreed. So long that I almost forgot who she was.

"You must be hungry after that long flight," she continued while leading me to the exotic kitchen. "No, I'm not really hungry but thanks," I gently

declined. The truth was, I was WAY too nervous to be eating anything.

"Okay, let me show you to your room." Grams said. We walked up a flight of stairs and she pointed to the last door in the hall.

"Right in there sweetie," she pointed and gave me another warm smile before heading downstairs.

I walked to the door and was about to open it when I heard voices. I pressed my ear against the door.

"Just relax," a voice said. "She's our sister and she's a part of this family whether you admit it or not." It didn't take a genius to figure out who they were talking

about. I knocked on the door politely. The talking on the other side stopped abruptly. Then suddenly the door swung open. A girl with jet black hair opened the door

and we stared at each other. Then another girl with light brown hair who kind've looked like her stood next to her.

"Hi," I said shyly.

"Hi," the one standing next to the door said. She gave a me a small smile. The one who answered the door just looked at me. I looked behind me to

see if there was something behind me or something. Nope, she was definitely

looking at me. Actually, it was more like glaring. "It's been a while," I said after an awkward moment of silence. "Oh please," the older one snapped. "I bet you don't

even know our names."

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at my older sister, figuring out who she was.

"Yeah, that's true PRUEDENCE." Prue winced. "I hate that name. That's why I prefer Prue." She seethed. "But, then again, it's not like you knew that." I resisted the

urge to roll my eyes at her.

"Can I just get to the room please?" I asked patiently.

"What room?" Prue asked. I pointed inside the room she was in. Which room did she think I was talking about?

"This one," I replied.

Prue's eyes grew big and she scowled. "I'm not sharing my room with you!" she yelled. "GRAMS!" she stomped downstairs, leaving the other girl behind.

"Hi..." I said awkwardly trying to remember her name. "Piper," she said. "Right! Piper! I remember now. I'm only a year younger than you." Piper nodded and

smiled a little. All of a sudden we heard voices downstairs. One was calm (Grams) and the other was loud and clearly upset (Prue).

Prue's P.O.V.

"I don't care if she's family she's not staying in my room!" I shouted.

"Prue, calm down she might hear you," Grams warned me sternly. "I don't care! I hope she hears me! She's not staying in my room! I already have Piper! Why can't she

stay with Phoebe or something?"

"Prue, Phoebe doesn't even have enough room for herself much less a roommate."

"So? And I do?"

"Who else can she stay with?" Well, that's an easy one.

"What about you?" I suggested. Grams gave me a look then sighed again.

"Prue, this is just the way that it has to be," Grams said. I crossed my arms.

"Why doesn't she just stay with dad? Or at least go somewhere where she's wanted?!"

"Prudence!" Grams snapped. "You will share your room with her and you be nice to her!"

Grams stopped and put a hand over her chest and winced in pain. "Grams?" I said worriedly.

She had heart problems and it has been worse lately. I felt guilty when I remembered

that stressing her out just made it come out more often. "I'm fine," Grams said in a hoarse voice.

"Just go upstairs."

"Are you sure?" I asked. She looked a little better by now. "I'm positive. Go. And be nice to your sister!" I sighed and walked to my room.

"Great news Piper! We have a new roommate!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Patricia looked down guiltily and Piper just glared at me. I knew that I was being rude but I didn't care. Sorry Gram's.

"So how did you get here? Did you ask or did Victor just get sick of you and sent you to whoever would take you?" Patricia

didn't say anything and Piper glared at me again. "Oh don't be shy," I insisted. "We all know how he can be.

Pretends to love you and only to abandon you. Then he asks for you to forgive him and you, being the naïve one out of all of us forgives the selfish bastard and when

you do he just repeats the process. Isn't that right?" Patricia looked at me with hate and without a word she got up and left, slamming the door behind her.

"What is wrong with you?" Piper asked.

"Nothing. I just asked her something and if she wants to get offended then that's her call, not mine." Piper looked at me with

disgust then left. I locked the door behind her then lied on my bed with a sigh. I said it wasn't going to work out.